[He wants to argue that he wasn't going to. He was going to come back fine. He can handle this, and he's a survivalist and a walk in the desert might as well have been a walk in the park. Parched as he is, he would be completely recovered within a couple of days.
But his end of the resistance boils down to what he'd been wringing his brain out over, anyway. He's worried that Dylan risked himself to come out here after him.]
I don't want you to, either. [After all the warnings, the veiled hints, setting up the Andromeda to adequately defend herself...]
You said that I told you my reasons for doing what I did. When? [He doesn't look at Dylan then. He just follows the faint light pollution back towards the more familiar dome, as it's getting darker.] I need to know.
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But his end of the resistance boils down to what he'd been wringing his brain out over, anyway. He's worried that Dylan risked himself to come out here after him.]
I don't want you to, either. [After all the warnings, the veiled hints, setting up the Andromeda to adequately defend herself...]
You said that I told you my reasons for doing what I did. When? [He doesn't look at Dylan then. He just follows the faint light pollution back towards the more familiar dome, as it's getting darker.] I need to know.