We had... something. Vague feelings in place of certainties, and a single dream. But for the most part, yes. We didn't have much choice; there weren't any natives there, just people brought in from other worlds. If we wanted to survive, we had no choice but to work together.

...I kind of miss that, some days. The feeling of... [He manages to stop himself before he can actually say the word 'belonging'.]

...dammit. If I'm going to talk too much no matter what I do, maybe I should just start drinking.

[He doesn't actually mean that, but. It is tempting, to make the time go faster if nothing else.]