[He feels very much the same way, but Percy's always been that way. He adapts and makes friendships quickly if people let him. And now here they are talking about the end of the world. His fork stirs his food idly, if only to give himself something to do.]

I've thought about writing letters to send back to the people I care about, but at the same time I'm not even sure if that would make things better or worse, too. Or asking Hal...I don't know. It's another case of not knowing what we can even do here and it's not fair. Especially when it's...you know. Like the end's already coming, even if we don't know when.