Although his eyes linger on the figure across the table from him. His words are meant for the man who continued to stand at his side despite the obstacles Scorpius had foreseen. "Next time we encounter Crichton, see to it that the older cook is brought aboard... unharmed."
He watches Sikozu her eyes locking onto his, her appetite seeming to have grown beyond just the food set out upon the table.
"Do you wish me to continue to track his movements and pursue him?"
Crichton had not surprised him with his tenacity to keep the wormhole information from him.
The man had been honest in his proposition after Officer Sun's capture. With his negating of the deal they had struck, Crichton had began something that would now be his own undoing. A chain of events had been set in motion within the man that would inevitably surrender Crichton's will to that of his own, and to the betterment of the Peacekeepers.
The stakes were so much higher now, and he had no choice but to see to the survival of the Sebacean race. The neural clone, Harvey, as Crichton ridiculously called him, was even now closing the gap between himself and the Human's own mindset. With the modifications that he himself made, the more Crichton fought the ideas, the more he would come to the correct way of thinking.
It was only a short matter of time now.
He had learned a long time ago to be prepared for all contingencies. Once Crichton willingly allowed him to remove the clone. He watched as the man struggled, and at first began to suspect his own success. But then came the guarded ease with which Crichton sat across from him afterward as they tried to come up with a plan garner a cure for Officer Sun. He knew that the clone's new programming was already serving him well.
At the thought of Crichton coming to aid them soon, he smiles at Sikozu, confident as he states, "I believe that our reluctant human may soon return, of his own volition."