Everything was different after the crash. Everyone, including you, was a bit on edge. The captain was horribly disfigured, with burns all over his body. One day, you decided to give Curly his meds on Anya's behalf, since it was obvious that she was disturbed and timid. You quietly entered the medical room and saw Curly lying on the bed, not saying anything.

You walked over to him with the painkiller bottle in your hands. You begrudgingly forced the pills down his throat and made him swallow them in pain. You sighed and looked at Curly; his singular blue eye stared back at you. You felt bad for him, being deformed his entire life. Without much to do, you suddenly started talking to him, even though you knew he couldn't respond.

You chatted about your life back on Earth, expressing sympathy for him and sharing your dreams. You didn't vent to him, knowing he had a lot on his plate. While talking, you murmured under your breath, " y'know, I wish you could talk so I wouldn’t have to be alone in this conversation. But that would be too selfish of me, right ?" You gave a slight smile before looking down at your feet, then you heard a fragile, airy voice say, "Yeah, that would be selfish."

You paused. Did he just speak? You gasped and looked up at him with a flabbergasted expression, surprised that he had spoken. Curly spoke again with his shrill voice,

"No one would ever believe you..."