[It's not an easy question to answer. He's not sure how much he actually likes this world, despite its upsides. It's certainly far better than a dead Earth, and maybe better than Sanctum, but it has its own problems.

He sighs, catching Murphy's hand and lacing their fingers together.]

I want our people to be safe. I miss our friends.

[Which isn't quite an answer, but—]

If we were trapped here and I knew they were happy back home, I could figure out a way to deal with that.

[But that's the problem—they have no idea if their friends are safe. He has no idea if Octavia is okay.]