"'Slowly improved'? Last I checked, Stacy's most recent itinerary included torturing a crew member into insanity in full view of the public, oh, and sending untrained, uninformed kids like me on something that came very close to a suicide mission. Just because aliens exist - big shocker there, I know - doesn't make Stacy automatically good, so I'm not sure I'm even following your argument. What I'm saying is, the Ohm and Stacy, or something bigger than Stacy, are playing a gigantic game of chess and we aren't even ranking as pawns. We can't see anything past the square in front of us when there's a whole war going on and no one's giving us straight answers. Which is, you know, fine, whatever, not exactly something we can snap our fingers and change, but everyone here acts like we should be totally okay with this situation and any complaints are just because we want to see the Ohm blow shit up. It's not that. We just don't even know which side we should be fighting on so we hopped on the first agenda Stacy smacked down in front of us."

He turns the toy over and over in his hands before sticking the end of it back in his mouth. "But whatever, I'm probably being depressing right now. You go get your warm fuzzies with the kids. I'll sit here and try not to freak out."