[ He hands the bottle over, but if Lune's hoping he'll simply brush past everything she's said, everything she's saying, she's in for an unwelcome surprise. ]

Maybe that's true. But it doesn't mean you don't have control over your own legacy.

[ Legacies, those who came before preparing the way for those yet to come, all of them working together toward a shared goal... it's complicated. Not one of them has a future that can truly be called theirs, not unless the expedition succeeds. ]

And you can look at it in another way... thanks to all those years of study and research, you're better prepared for the things we may find here than almost anyone.

Besides—

[ He leans over, his hand still lightly gripping his side to support the motion as he reaches back for the bottle again. He glances up at her from under his brows, eyes warming. ]

You can't tell me you aren't thrilled to find real Gestrals. I think you might even be enjoying yourself.