There's no mending those people. Not our Admiral, not our President. The moment they realized that-- [He cuts off, shaking his head angrily. There's a long story, there, long and full of bitter memories.] There's no going back to that place, Brachi. It's just as likely humanity won't even exist anymore by the time I get out.

[And he doesn't want to hear any more about chances. He raises a hand to forestall any argument.] But you raise a good point, anyway. If your Admiral can bring people back from the dead, why do I still have this? Why can't he just... put my leg back the way it was?