[ It almost sounds like a mockery, but Ratio ignores the conclusion his mind instantly jumps to. It's hardly productive to assume Wolfwood has some sort of dislike for him when by all means, he appears to be reasonable, putting aside the fact that he agrees with the gods. ]

It hardly has to do with maturity. I simply do not wish to see people injured because of their stupidity.

[ He is not a leader. He can head research teams, certainly, but he does not desire to be in the spotlight. He much rather prefers to be a supporter; someone on the sidelines who can make the true protagonist shine. In this story of a broken planet's war against gigantic creatures, he is most certainly not the star of the show.

Unlike Wolfwood, Ratio watches every moment of the ritual. It turns his stomach, to see such a killing. It's not dispassionate, but there is intention. It's almost like an autopsy, the way the heart is carefully clawed out of the man's chest. He watches the man's face, the fear and the pain etched into that visage during his last moments, and clenches his fist, allowing his nails to dig into the meat of his palm.

What good of a person is he, to stand by and watch a person by killed for a ritual? It's in moments like these where he can't help but loathe himself. ]

I hope, for everyone's sake, that I am proven wrong.