Getting somewhere? He should agree that they are, and yet it sits uncomfortably in his ears.

"We need something--bigger," he settles on, not knowing a better word. Bigger, better. More than they have. "Some way for someone to help us, or some way to help ourselves. If we don't get either--this is gonna keep happening. We're going to lose everyone."

It's like a time constantly on the brink of running out, every time this happens. More and more people coming and going, those that they care about.