(Magnus continues tending to Will's injuries)
Will: Psychic powers, mind reading … Oh, well, now we know what this Cabal wanted them for.
Helen: Yeah, for all the good it's done us. (Will winces) Hold still.
Will: Hey, you didn't know what they could do.
Helen: I should have - the moment I connected them with the Cabal, performed more invasive scans, psychotropic drug therapy …
Will: You're running a medical facility, not Guantanamo Bay. Cut yourself some slack.
Helen: You don't understand. Assuming the Cabal are after them, and we'd be fools not to, the amount of kinetic energy that they released could hardly go unnoticed.
We're all in imminent danger. They cannot remain here.
Will: And what does that mean?
Helen: It means that if the legend of the Morrigan is even slightly true, they could conceivably wipe out hundreds, even thousands of lives, given the chance.
Will: We're not talking about a bunch of velociraptors here. Before their memories came back, they were calm, rational women. And even when they did let loose with their powers, they-they didn't kill me. They just … melted my brain a little bit.
Helen: And destroyed half my facility!
Will: Well, they've been held prisoner for hundreds of years. They had a right to be pissed. It doesn't mean we can't reason with them.
Helen: All three will remain under sedation, at least for the time being.
Will: And how long is that? Forever? How's that make us any different than the Cabal - who imprisoned them in the first place?