Hearing Charles's mocking remark, A2 pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, revealing a scholarly smile.
"Within the Foundation, whether or not someone radically alters their body depends entirely on actual need, not on modification for modification's sake."
"Just like you, Mr. Charles. I highly doubt you were simply bored when you turned yourself into this… thing that is neither human nor ghost, were you?"
Reflected in A2's lenses was Charles's current state: a head tangled with black tentacles, the Futan mark crawling from his neck onto his face, and an assortment of scars. He was in no better shape than anyone else in the Foundation.
Her final, neither soft nor sharp, retort demonstrated she was not as fragile as she appeared. It was to be expected; as a member of the GK Council, A2 could not be a pushover.
This, however, was a good thing for Charles. A2 was on his side now, and the more valuable she was, the better his odds of destroying the Foundation.
