X regrets not pausing to speak to the crew now. As disoriented and confused as they looked, they still might have been able to shed some light on what they experienced, beyond the visions the Dreamfolk had. In lieu of that, X wants to agree with Zephyr, but can't help feeling like something still isn't right. The stars are wrong, she'd said. Wrong, but still there.

"It felt hopeless," X murmurs. "Wherever they were. It didn't feel like there was anything to accomplish. It just felt like being trapped."

Beyond the berth is more narrow corridor, and X lets Zephyr go first. More fungus and an oily residue haphazardly line the wall, and everywhere X looks, there's more evidence of age. Age, and the sort of damage that comes from neglect.