Tony was already grimacing before Cayde vocalized for them what the problem was going to be. They had thrown a body overboard to avoid getting everybody worked up. If they went and did that anyway, their already thin rationalization was going to be downright transparent. "Maybe she's...not?" he suggested, in an incredibly unconvincing display of strained optimism.

"What if..." he tried again, winding a finger in the air to reset the equation, "we get her to come to us?"