[Liquid follows along, trying to take note of 'landmarks,' of damages, of little personal touches, but there's nothing. It's like the Moira had just been... constructed, or something, and left here.]

I know we were supposed to take as much as we could, but this is ridiculous.

[He knows what it's like to have his mind messed with. The Middle East. Del Pascia. The bug planet. Hell, even just knowing Mantis, sharing their connection, knowing what he was capable of.

Miller's assessment sounds about right.]

If this is some sort of... some sort of bloody hallucination, a, a mirage or whatever, I'm going to find them and personally see to it that their faces are bashed in.