[ Gorgug feels like a contradiction when Maria speaks about talking, about feelings. Has he known that he should talk to others about his emotions? There's been something there inside him for a while, that comes and goes: something stuck that he can't get rid of, doesn't know how to address to even himself. A few nights over past weeks of rage nightmares that Fabian has had to suffer the consequence for, only quelled once he and everyone took off for a mission that Gorgug personally passed on. When time continued to move, but it didn't seem like it did to him.

He wanted to talk to Sam. He wanted to get the lump out of him, but then he would forget--the white noise would take over in his head. And now he's here, thinking about his parents and wishing he could see home, or wishing he could be a kid going to school and dealing with classes again.

But he's here. A person in the everybody that Maria's talking about, and it still feels so sad.

Eventually, slow as he is to process and take Maria's words seriously, as soft and as quiet as he was before, Gorgug speaks. ]

...You know, I know that, it's very likely that I'll disappear or go home one day, and I won't remember this or I won't know if I was really protecting my home, but I-- I hope I did do some good, right? And I just-- I think I just want you and people like you to be, if you want somewhere to stay that's safe, I want this to be safe, but... I know it's not safe. And that doesn't make me feel very good.

What if you go without a body?

[ His head is drooping, more and more: avoiding eye contact, looking down only at the ground. His thoughts becoming a scrambled mess, and--he doesn't like this.

He wants so many things to be true, to be real, and he can't achieve any of it because--he's just one of everybody. He's just a kid. ]