[ he doesn't have an immediate response. everything in his heart says that ernesto is right; that there's no way terra could just... turn into nothing? become dust? fade away into nonexistence? however a planet might go, his home is resilient. well-defended. full of good people.

it would mean the mission of rhodes island... ]

You're right. [ optimism. at least, in the face of realism. not pessimism. ] Maybe it'd be helpful to look for people from our homes.

[ slowly, he gets to his feet. his muscles are tender and sore, weak and nearly failing him, but he has to stand. ]

Here, come on. We can look together... you can tell me about yours and I'll tell you about mine.

[ courier holds out his hand. ]