[He looks up at the stars at that, eyes trailing over unfamiliar arrangements. hey were unfamiliar to him, but he'd assumed that was him not coming from Earth. He hadn't realized other people saw something unfamiliar as well.

He brushes his chin by Nick's head, his lips barely grazing by his temple as he looks back down and out into the black sea.]

No, we're not. There's plenty wrong here: the way death works, our place in this, the fact some powers are fine and some are limited. It all feels wrong.

[He sighs softly, the melancholy brushing his words even as he tries to shift the tone.]

Caleb's got this notion of making a life here that's better than the one left behind and I'm all for it, if you can, but I think it'll always be hard...if only cause those little things that ought be right aren't and you'll always notice.

[Nevermind the big things like controlling assholes and an uncaring populace and drugs in the water every other month.]