Of course we can't hurt Cocoon. [His tone is more mournful than bitter, despite the words that shape it.] We're not even there.

[Hope stares down at his hands for a moment. Like someone who can't resist peeling a bandage away to look at their wound, he does likewise with the sleeve of his shirt, staring at his brand.]

I can't just sit here and do nothing. I heard that... that there's people who have been here for years.

[He lets the sleeve fall back into place, pressing his lips together in a frown.]

We don't have years.