[shaking his head a little more. talking about it, giving it a voice, his harder than he expected. he squeezes Mikleo's hand as he talks and lets the words fumble their way out.]

I don't really know. I just didn't want to keep not talking about it. I wanted answers so badly, but there's no way to get them here and--that's frustrating. I want to know what's happening back home, I want to know more about our world and understand what I got us into. It feels like the longer we're here without answers, the further that slips away. ...I wanted to be able to help you find answers instead of leaving you with more questions. I'm sorry.