[ However much later on it takes for Amos to actually enter a better state of mind, and consistently so, he'll recognize that this Thing was good for him. Really, really good. As it stands, continuing to exist in the moment is taking up all of his energy, but it's a good moment. He isn't happy to be here, but... maybe there's a faint touch of happiness, anyway.

So, yeah. When he's in a place to actually understand that he had feelings in this moment, he'll recall them warmly. But in the present, all he can really do is go along with the questions, content to do so. ]

Yeah, it is kinda cool. I mean, at least until the alien planet has a reactor meltdown that results in a tsunami that destroys everything. Or the parasites that live there get in your eyes and start blinding you. But before that, I mean. It was pretty cool. [ No sarcasm — that shit did happen, but he made it out, and he isn't blind, so, whatever. No harm, no foul, ultimately. ] It was just starting to be colonized. Refugees claimed it. And then some company wanted it. And that turned into a whole thing, so my crew got sent out there to mediate or whatever. Real bare bones shit, but enough people there to start fighting with each other.

[ The politics of the whole thing are completely lost on him. He can speak to people getting into fights, though. He understands that much.

Actually — there's something else he wants to clarify. Pretty sure he knows the answer, but it's better to actually know. ]

You've really never been to space? Is that a thing where you're from at all?