[ ‘until there’s no one left to live’, his mind supplies, and there’s a pang in his chest. that’s how they’d left their world. the government had been slaughtering the immunes left to try to find a cure in them, and if they stayed, the human race would have been doomed. so the immune left, and the rest of the world, however far away, is alone to struggle through the end of it. as much as that world was cruel and sick and twisted, he can’t help feeling guilt for it. ]

I’m sorry. [ it feels like it doesn’t mean much, and the emotion of it all is written on his face. thomas was never very good at concealing that. even with all they’ve been through, he’s still just a kid. a silent moment settles, thomas not sure what else to say that wouldn’t sound pathetic, and eventually, he clears his throat, moving on to the present. problem at hand. put it behind him and work on something. that’s how he survives. ]

Well, that shuttle sure as shuck didn’t come from nowhere, so there’s gotta be at least some people around here. We got this tech-- [ he tugs the ear piece free, holding it up ] --Maybe we can find a way to contact them.