[ It's a pretty nice ship. A lot about Helios had been cutting edge for its time, but Jack had definitely made sacrifices to comfort and aesthetics where they were sure to not affect him in any meaningful way. An uncomfortable employee would always be motivated to do better, work harder, that was his logic, and although Tim really hates to admit it the Hyperion workforce never really proved him all that wrong.

They'd been so sure that the weakness lay solely with themselves. That Jack's position was something worth aspiring to instead of the origin of their hardships. They were all so sure.

Tim scoffs, only half at Rhys and his defense. ]

Wai-wait, so, am I getting this, you tried t—you, out of the clutches of these guys, who can, uh... pluck you from where you were in time and space on a friggin' whim, you decided it was a good idea to brute force your way to...? To what, even, freedom?

[ While his tone is pessimistic to be sure, it's not... totally mocking. A part of him is genuinely curious. ]

Do you even know where we are?

[ It's a big af six galaxies. ]