Marshall remains seated, rubbing his forehead. He gives a huge sigh, before getting up and heading towards Angie.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Excuse me, Bruce. Looks like I need to clarify something."</span><br/>He walks off to find Angie, finding the most distraught presence in the habitat. Looking at Angie for a while before approaching, his tone is calm, low. Reassuring.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I think I owe you something of an explanation. I wasn't thinking about desecrating his body."</span><br/>He takes himself a seat.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I mean, what would make the scientists do that to one of their own guys? He was liked. That was plain from the expressions of those who came to pick him up. No, he spoke out. Against... All of this. he was made an example of, it's the only viable explanation."</span><br/>He looks up, towards the roof of the habitat. He imagines a starry night sky, though he has no idea what time it is.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"If his last act was one of defiance against the excecutives here, don't you think he would have <span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span> to disrupt them, no matter what? That's what I was thinking of. He said so himself. 'Kill me'. He wanted to be spared the pain... And the humiliation of serving a cause he was fundamentally against."</span><br/>Marshall had no way to be sure he was right, of course, but he was convinced of it all the same. He looks to Angie, looking as hurt as she is.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"You think I would willingly hurt or desecrate someone who spoke on our behalf? It hurts that you'd think that, you know."</span>