The matter of Kerry's disappearing act, the literal part, was met with a shrug and a dismissive, "I thought it might help," from Cary. But least he could help in getting Syd back to her feet from what must've been a rough tackle. Thank god she hadn't hit her head. Just some minor bruising, inconvenience compared to the damage Kerry could inflict, considering the state she as in. Cary didn't blame her, of course he didn't. All that pent up energy, no end in sight...
With the two of them up and alone, he sighed, obviously frustrated and a little flustered. More than a little flustered -- he was practically buzzing with energy, with the potential this situation allowed them. If somewhere the timelines had diverged, time travel having been discovered before this happened? Then there was a chance, however slim, that it could all be avoided. It could bring an end to an eternal dark night that had carried on for far too long.
The questions were met with small frowns of varying degrees until he could at least address the immediate one. "Patrolling. She observes the lower-level halls. I told her only six of us can access it, but she's never fully trusted it." Frowning at Sydney, he couldn't help but add, "You're the only one that's showed up since I set up that protocol." Even using the DNA of the dead, just in case. "She's on high alert. Nerves and all." Nerves. Her nerves and his taking on very different tones, hers violent and action-oriented while his just made him a twitchy as he motioned for Syd to follow.
"She was talking about David," he explained, cautiously. "But yes, imagine the worst-case scenario where Farouk's involved and you have what happened up there," he motioned vaguely to upstairs. "It's a long story, but let's leave it at the simple fact that he won. Against us. But he's still at war with the world as a whole." Without allies in the form of human or mutant, the Shadow King had stirred up a third, world-wide war that had kept him, it, the most powerful of all while everyone else destroyed themselves.
Walking in the direction towards the individual who would be the most interesting to Sydney, 2017 Sydney at least, Cary tried to illuminate as efficiently as possible. "Kerry's not wrong. It's just us," he offered solemnly, looking to her seriously. "Ptonomy was one of the first causalities, then Melanie... then you." A beat. "David, he's here, physically, but mentally?" He shook his head and looked away. "I'm a geneticist, not a psychologist. He's not in the Astral Plane or anywhere else, just in his own head. I've tried everything in my power to help, all while his own seems to keep us hidden from Farouk, but that's it. We've lost."
It was as simple as that. It was only a matter of time before the world ripped itself apart, the human vs mutant sentiment boiling from a new Cold War to a hot one that would destroy them all.