[ Keeping his arm around him, but lifting his other hand to knead slightly at his temples. It's been difficult keeping track of everything in the past few days, alongside his lack of sleep. Hard to focus now, when he's still wrestling control over his own thoughts. ]

There's a Spartan with them, now. Which worries me for a hundred different reasons, but also because with as many people here that're from my world, in specific -- it does seem like if the Cetagandans find a way through, it'll be easiest to get to mine.