You don't know no one can help until you give us the whole story. Not just pieces of it. I don't know what half of that means.

[He stays put against the wall. Watching him. He's still being as honest as possible. Especially when he says he just doesn't know.]

[Lying and pretending isn't in him.]

[He had something else to say, but... I was supposed to be, but I'm not... makes him stop. And study the ground at their feet.]

I was supposed to be a pilot. That's all I wanted. I was supposed to complete the biggest mission humanity had ever taken on itself. And bring my crew back safely.

... but I'm not.

I'm something else. Something I never asked to be. I... don't even remember it -- not all of it.

[Champion... He shoves that voice, the image of glowing eyes, hands reaching out, holding him down, of bright lights and shouting alien voices, out of his mind. Squaring up his shoulders.]

You're not the only one here who had no say in what they were made into. You're not the only one who hates it.

So maybe you're not too far past help.