Jr. couldn't help but focus his eyes on a group of trees not too far away, rustling gently in the breeze. Anything to hold back the yelling he wanted to do, though his voice was still pressed, obviously controlled and trying not to do so.

"Is that really how it is? Not our world ... is it just because we're not from this universe? Or just because this place hasn't been attacked, yet? Would we be singing a different tune if we left, and this place got destroyed tomorrow, and half the population woke up on Stacy? Cause I sure as hell think we would. So many people keep saying it's not our problem, that we should only worry about ourselves. But only caring about yourselves ... only looking out for 'your own' ... that's what these people are doing."

His voice had cracked into a more angry tone at the end. Jr. tensed slightly, letting out a small breath. "... Sorry. I know what you mean, but I..."