Mykha could keep going, could say something about how he'll never have the money and who does Ori think they're kidding. Instead, he gives up. Ori's not trying to be mean and they're not ignorant. Maybe Mykha just can't recognize what hope is anymore. It makes him feel abruptly ugly. His eyes dart back down to his log book, right hand grabbing up his stylus and left raking through his thick black hair, fingers tangling in it and lodging there.
“...Six hundred credits, right, that's what you said?”