"Yeah-- at the time nobody knew that, but..." He shook his head and pushed down the rising tide of dread that crept up every time he started thinking about how many lives had been lost to misguided violence.

"It's better now. EVOs get taken down and detained as humanely as possible until I can reach them. Backlash against sentient EVOs is way down." He shrugged. "There's hope. Or... there... was..." His stomach suddenly sank and that repressed dread surged back up, all consuming, as the repercussions of his absence in his world sank in. His first two weeks he'd spent treating the ship like a temporary holding area-- like the time Breach blipped him into another dimension-- but that had been for a few hours and he'd been in constant communication with Providence throughout it. This-- he had no way of getting home from this. And he was The Cure. Without him, people were going to start slaughtering each other again.

He couldn't decide if the sudden tightness in his chest or his churning stomach was worse.