[His palm is warm against her wrist and it's the most contact shared between them in years-- the most she's permitted them to share in years-- and it means she's quick to pull (gently) from his grip in addition to his advice. ]

You don't understand. There's nothing else out there-- nowhere left to run to. There's no line between us and them and if nothing's being done we'll be back on the moon before we can blink. Or on the other end of yet another attack from the United Earth.

[And it's not supposed to be like this. Nate stopped caring, stopped seeing anything but whatever goal he was chasing at the time. Concern now-- for however briefly it lasts-- is near torture. ]

Whatever you think I owe or I don't, this is how survival works now.