The general's expression remained inscrutable as he weighed Dr. Frank's words, his thoughts racing as he considered the implications of the doctor's actions. "Even so, you weren't permitted to take samples from her," he countered, his voice tinged with a hint of reproach.
Dr. Frank's response was measured, his tone tinged with remorse as he acknowledged his lapse in judgment. "I had a theory that I wanted to test out, so I rushed in without asking for permission. I'm sorry for doing so," he admitted, his words carrying a sincerity that belied any ulterior motives.
As the general contemplated Dr. Frank's fate, his thoughts were interrupted by a discreet knock on the door. Without hesitation, a soldier entered the room and approached the general, his head bowed as he whispered urgently in the general's ear.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!