I cannot bear the thought of what horrors she and her companions endured. It makes me so angry, PM.
[he clenches his little fists around the bottom edge of the tunic that Nakama had so kindly sewn for him]
If she returned home, she would die. The only fruitful life she can live now is one of perpetual imprisonment in this dome. Oh, cruel irony! It's not fair—it isn't!
[he looks up at PM, tears welling in his eyes]
She had a mother where she came from, she told me. Her name was Miko. ...I do not know anything about mothers, but Nakama loved hers very much. She misses her terribly.