"It's called the protomolecule," he says. "It takes things apart and puts them back together in really fucked-up ways, and when I say 'things', I mean people too." He doesn't close his eyes, though he wants to, because he knows what he'll see. He focuses on Scott, instead. "It's so far beyond us that nobody can explain or describe what exactly it's supposed to do. And it got slung at our solar system in a big hunk of rock a few billion years ago."
He shifts, resting elbows on his knees. "There's nothing to beat," he says, exhausted, suddenly. "We're killing each other. I'd settle for just surviving it."
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He leans back, rubs at his forehead.
"It's called the protomolecule," he says. "It takes things apart and puts them back together in really fucked-up ways, and when I say 'things', I mean people too." He doesn't close his eyes, though he wants to, because he knows what he'll see. He focuses on Scott, instead. "It's so far beyond us that nobody can explain or describe what exactly it's supposed to do. And it got slung at our solar system in a big hunk of rock a few billion years ago."
He shifts, resting elbows on his knees. "There's nothing to beat," he says, exhausted, suddenly. "We're killing each other. I'd settle for just surviving it."