"Understanding," Corosa said. He sighed a little at the futility of the conversation; couldn't speak of understanding when understanding was the base problem, after all. But if they were both going to be stuck here, then he supposed they would eventually manage to work through that hurdle.

He shook his head. Never mind.

"Do you think we'll be here long enough to understand one another?" he asked, looking up into the sky. That thought was more depressing than hopeful, and that weighed heavy in his voice. He wanted to be home. He'd wanted that for the past two and a half years.