Actually, you know what? I think you're wrong. I don't think I need to know any of that. Because guess what? The invasion happened in my world, too, and I'm not actually a part of that world anymore. You're not a part of your world anymore, either. You think we're ever going home? Not only are we in the wrong part of the solar system, we're totally in the wrong dimension. Crazy space future weirdo dimension X crap. No one here knows how we got here and no one knows how to send us back.

[ He's worked up way more about this than Rachel seems to be, but he's had a lot more time on Omega to think about this, and he's already accepted his fate here. It's the only way he can ever move on with anything, and the fact that she's even trying to push him back to thinking about things other than surviving on Omega is seriously harshing his mellow.

It's growing increasingly apparent to him that it's not actually possible to just ignore Rachel forever, but she's a constant reminder of something he wants to forget. ]