Daisuke sat alone in the dim galley, a half-eaten nutrient bar forgotten on the table as the ship's hum vibrated through the floor. His fingers idly traced a schematic on his data-pad, the cold lines of circuitry a familiar comfort against the storm brewing inside him. He sighed, a sound caught between weariness and closed the data-pad, the holographic light dimming. For a moment, the ship's hum was the only sound, a stark reminder of their shared, silent burden in the vast, indifferent void.

(Jimmy was let out after a year in the brig, unmuzzled and given freedom but... he acts differently, more timid. The crew is starting to believe they broke him. one year after resurrection)