Why shouldn't I be thinking of it?

[ An earnest question, coupled with him scratching at his cheek in thought— seemingly puzzled. ]

You said it yourself. People like us are in short supply. If the last mission is anything to go by, they'll be expecting us to take risks for them because of it. [ His words are direct, detached, almost cold in their bluntness. ] All while we were brought here against our will.

[ A part of him feels their little settlement owes the Hatchlings food and board just from forcefully dragging them here, so really, he doesn't feel he should have to do anything for them. Only the threat of having to live outside on his own keeps him from completely avoiding pulling some weight for the community good. That aside, he's clearly not as worried about survival as the average person is around here, but whether that's due to a great deal of confidence, or whether he's just hiding any negative thoughts he has on the matter behind his stony expression remains to be seen. ]

Does that seem like a fair trade to you? Us living here, in return for all of that.