The hum of the lab faded into an eerie stillness.
Only the gentle rhythm of the filtration system broke the silence.
Old Henry's gaze remained fixed on the sterile glass, where researchers moved like silent phantoms behind masks and screens.
Clenching his fists, he fought against the tremor in his old hands, betraying the inner turmoil that raged within him.
Finally, he broke the silence.
"I can't stand here doing nothing, Arthur," he said, his tone steady but laced with raw emotion.
"Every second we delay means lives are lost. I became a scientist to save lives, not to watch them die while I hold the cure in my hands."
Arthur didn't respond right away. His reflection in the glass appeared calm, perhaps too calm,as his eyes scanned the lab while his mind wrestled with thoughts buried deep beneath layers of complexity.
At last, he finally spoke softly. "I admire your conviction,Old Henry. You've always been a man driven by purpose."
