"I know it ain't one, but it's actin' a lot like a Celestial. They're those... They're what my boy's real father was. Just sorta play with the cosmos as they see fit 'cause we're about nothin'."

He offers his hand, finally, pulling himself together.

"We go find us some survivors?" Better than them yellin' at each other 'cause this place is screwin' with 'em.