"You're right. But when you look across the vastness of the universe, up close, even in the midst of the most dire situations, there's always people helping each other. Being kind. To those who need a hand, and against those who make it impossible to exist in such conditions... Those who seek to maintain and amplify their individual power... Whether a society applies this at large or not is clearly not a question of nature, but nurture... I mean, it is survival after all, to help each other, and to accept diversity."
He tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling, memories of the many times he had witnessed such acts lighting up his eyes as a smile forms on his face. He then thinks of Vera, who with her own amnesia and through her fears, doesn't seem to have it in her to give up when it comes to helping her fellows, even faced with tasks that seem rather impossible. All her research on the virus, which so far seems to go nowhere, yet she still tries, because she cares.
Then 'Lin, who despite having clear trouble in understanding social interactions and how to take care of herself, seems to try her best to help as well. Her explorer spirit, and how she brings gifts with every single one of her expeditions. All the times he's caught her by the medbay door, keeping him company, despite everything he'd done.
Then, he glances at the Magister, who not only has done his fair share of help for everyone as well, but he alone had decided to go rescue Arthur, and as far as he'd been telling him, he's always had it in his hearts. He looks at his clothes, ones he'd been saving for him, in the case The Master would have accepted to travel with him, to see all this wonder together. He looks... beautiful, this way. Truly. He wonders how it could have been, if it wasn't for the curse. Well, he'd rather share this joy with him than never.
"...I just wonder why we can't do the same, instead of forcing each other into silence, when we struggle. We're supposed to be the "most advanced planet" in the Universe, and surely, in some aspects, but...! I firmly believe advancement should not equal power and repression, but compassion instead... And it will never be perfect, it can't be, but it can be better, less lonely, more hopeful... you know?"
His smile disappears as he remembers, once again, that their planet is gone.
"Or, well, maybe, it could have been."
He sighs and fidgets with his fingers, then glancing at his counterpart's as well, until he speaks.
He observes his claws. Well, at least the bleeding won't be a problem anymore, but... A sting of guilt punctures his chest as he realises, it's his fault. That's the virus further advancing, and he made him worry. He frowns as he goes to wash his hands, returning his attention to the inhalers and unboxing the second. He definitely doesn't feel ready for them, but that's something he must sort out. If not for himself, he can always do it for someone else, again, that is easier. He stuffs it in his other pocket, and carefully gets off the bed - the room isn't spinning anymore, everything is back to its proper space in his perception, and he's not shaking half as much, albeit he's still a bit weak.
"I think so, yes, that at least, I... By how much have we delayed...? We better get to it as soon as possible- I would appreciate it if you drove, yes."
