Despite the weight, the blood of hundreds of men hanging over the subject, Neil smiles. The expression is brief; it vanishes before he speaks.

"Yes, sir, he surely did." A story piled high with details. "It took the truth to drag it out of him." The memory could set him off laughing.

Neil fortunately keeps to simple facts. "Every choice has its fans and its haters," he continues. "I suppose it's too much to think you guys could escape both with that caliber of a choice." A pause. "Though, Old Ben seems to like him well enough."

As well as Arcade.