Also not to bring Iron Lung into it but I'm bringing Iron Lung into it because I can't not think about Simon getting directly told that he isn't worth the resources to save. It's all calculations, right? This is how much astrophage we can make, this is how fast we can build a supply ship, this is what is physically possible and this is what we're willing to do. This is what a species can afford when they're in their prime, when they're on the brink of destruction, when they've already fallen. No one can help Grace, no one is willing to help Simon, no one is giving up on Mark, not yet, because Mark comes from an Earth that can still afford to care, so they do.

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

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