John smirked. "And I'll bet most of them don't know the Wicked Witch of the East's slippers were silver, not ruby. Or, that Dorothy was ten, not seventeen." He shrugged. "I read a lot."
Sighing, he shook his head. "That wasn't what caused the problem between us. It was never about disagreeing on the consequences, but the way the decision was made. But, I do stand by my original statement regarding understanding. If he were thinking straight, I might agree that he understands. But, he's driven so much by his grief right now...I worry about him. He's pushing so hard, I'm afraid of how far he's going to fall when the truth finally sinks in. And we need him to do this, so there's only so much I can do to get him to back off for even a little while.
"And I know that about the failsafe. I was just using it as an example, since my main concern is the people making the decision to use the machine, not the function of the machine. I know we're all a team and all, but there are definitely individuals I wouldn't want to see in charge of that decision. As much as I might have opinions, though, it should be your call how it's done. You're the man ultimately in charge. Unless you'd like to apprentice me to take over for you in ten or twenty years," he added with a wink. "Then I might feel the need to be a bit more forceful in pushing my own agenda."