"I doubt any life on this ship could be considered 'normal' anyway."

Goliath brushed her hair back again, smiling with contentment he had thought he had given up on having. Love was complicated - theirs more so than others, but they were complications he wanted to meet and overcome with her.

"There is much I cannot give you that you could still have on this ship," he reminded her, growing serious again for the moment. "And if we can return to Manhattan, we won't have the same freedoms we can have here."

Like, for example, him having rights as a sentient being, which was something he'd come to enjoy.