Daley: Don’t try to twist it around. What are we going to do if they get here and we don’t have shit to show them? They’re going to throw our asses in—what did you call it? A prison colony? Where would they even have that?

Taban (quietly): Pandora.

Daley: Great. Pandora.

Taban: Look. After that time you ran out of oxygen—and you kept wanting to go out—and you saw some guy—I don’t think you’re well, Daley. This, all of this—scrubbing through the ice? Looking for something we can give to ISF? We’re not scientists, man. We don’t have tools. We wouldn’t know something of value on this planet if it kicked us in the teeth. We’re wasting our time out here. I think you know that.

Daley (eating): . . .

Taban: I got scared. When you were in the medical pod.

Daley: You were scared?

Taban: Yeah, I was scared! You were either going to die and I would have needed to call them to come rescue me anyway, or you were going to recover and stay obsessed with being here. And even if I could fly the ship, I wouldn’t want to take it and leave you here alone. But I want to go home, Daley. You remember that? Home?

Daley: . . .

Taban: And look, maybe they’ll send researchers who’ll be able to help you look. Better than I’ve been able to. I just want to go home. Maybe help comes, half of them stay with you, half of them take me back. You can have all the credit.

Daley: It’s our planet. Both of ours. We both found it.

Taban: You’re the one who got us lost. You’re the one who landed us here. It’s yours. Keep it. I’m not interested.

Daley: . . . Were you going to turn me in to them? In exchange for letting you off the hook? Were you going to say it was all my idea?

Taban: What? No! It’s like I said—I just want to go home.

Daley: HARE. Was that his plan? He ask you to help him fix the comm so he could make me the sacrificial lamb?

HARE: I don’t understand your question.

Daley: Piece of shit.

Taban: Look. Just don’t be angry.

Daley: I’m not angry. Do I seem angry to you?

Taban: Well—sort of. I don’t know. No. But still. I think this is for the best.

Daley: Fine. Whatever. I guess it’s less for me to worry about if you fuck off to wherever. Maybe they will send someone more useful. It could still work out.

Taban: Yeah, exactly. See? It’s for the best.

Daley: Fuck you.

VIDEO LOG #55—Ship Designation CS Wyvern 7079

Day 10: 17:45 UTO