He furrows his brow at this very to-the-point revelation. Garrot's normally on board with, uh, bullshit improvising to save lives, he's a trauma surgeon for goodness sakes! But this... it feels sloppy. It's been forty years since people had to kill personifications of the planet's power in the form of kids, and nothing's changed except the theme of the year, like a mandatory workplace party.

"You went along with it." It's a moment of stating the obvious, but Garrot feels it's worth emphasizing. "Why keep trying the same thing even though it doesn't work? Why not just break the planet's power into another, like, thirty pieces? Keep doing it until the power is so spread out that there's no risk?" Like, you know, removing cholesterol from arteries or a similarly appropriate medical analogy.