Standing in the embryo room would probably make some adjustments to Tony's perspective, too, so his dubious frown didn't last long and he looked away purposefully, focusing on the mothcat considering them from the tree and giving a luxurious stretch. He didn't feel quite so conflicted about arguing that they could have been given a choice instead of the training, and luckily Omega already seemed to be part way there, letting Tony's gaze drift back to her as she considered the alternative, and the mothcat came slinking down the tree toward the kittens.

"You didn't become a soldier," he added. That was at least two. That was a pretty significant margin of error.