Dan listens to Price's diagnosis of the situation, fiddling with the cap on the vodka bottle. Why is he more angry with Stacia over this than he is with Price, when both were involved in this stint and both knew Dan's stance on unnecessary murder? It's because, he thinks, he always knew Price would kill if given the chance, even if it ran directly counter to what Dan was comfortable with, and he believed something else of Stacia.

He really wishes he could believe it had just been Planker's mind unable to handle the psychic load. An accident. He wishes he could be certain.

"No, it's fine. Don't give them the credit of saying they were trying to spare me any suffering. They hid all that from me because they knew I wouldn't participate if I knew it'd lead to a murder. My best interest didn't mean shit. It was convenient to lie." Dan raises his eyebrows. He lies for convenience all the time. He gets it. With the humidity of the Rig, his shirt is sticking to him all over.

"You'd just think I'd be used to no one understanding how I feel by now, no matter how clear I try to make it."