Cushing didn’t like any of it and he said so.
None of them liked Greenberg’s plan. What they wanted to do was quit wasting time and get on that speedboat of his and get out to the Sea of Mists and see what the compass showed them. The idea of letting Greenberg commit suicide for the sake of science was just unthinkable. Even the instinct to save their own asses wasn’t enough to make them jump at it, to leave this poor old man at the mercy of that… horror.
Even Elizabeth didn’t like it. “Please Mr. Greenberg… this is all ridiculous. You have to come with us.”
But Greenberg would not hear of it. “If there was a chance for me, dear, I would do just that. But… well I rather doubt this body has more than a few days left in it at most. I’m sick and you all know that. I’m terribly sick. Look at it this way,” he said sincerely. “I’m staying either way. If George can rig this bomb of his, then my death will be quick and painless, I won’t suffer anymore. Given that the alternative is the Fog-Devil turning my bones to liquid and my brain to soup, I’d say it’s my best chance. My death will be quick and maybe we can cancel that creature out of existence at the same time.”
After that, there was no more arguing.
“Let’s do this,” Menhaus said.