He looked over at her. "I know Eliza better than you. I figured I should stop you from getting killed."
She was quiet for a moment. ".. I feel I was the least qualified person to have escaped the colony. It should have been someone else."
He didn't even look up, his deft fingers moving quickly, darting out of the way of the teeth of the incoming machines that no longer existed. "Maybe," he said quietly. "Maybe that's the case. But why complain?"
"I suppose I'm just annoyed that I can't change the past," she said with a frown. "This group would be much better off."
"Self-pity does nothing, Aasimar," he said, looking up at her. "You should have learned that when teaching the children. Just do what you can; that's all that can be asked."
She shook her head, looking thoughtful. "I wanted to find my parents in the colonies, maybe. If they're still alive."