There are few places Blue wants to be less than back in a bed. Fifteen years of sleep wears one out of it, even when one is weary. And while he is not dying, he's been drawn here right from the fringe of it, himself having exerted so much of himself in a final bid to protect his people.

But if he doesn't listen, he won't come to understand; it's a struggle, but Blue makes an effort to force his attention to rise above his racing thoughts and adrenaline-driven emotions to focus on what she's saying.

'Relatively safe' she says, and even that's miles ahead from an exploding megaweapon.

All of us, his thoughts echo, his brow knitting. What...do you mean?