"... Why didn't you all come back after she slit your throats though? That's kinda how this whole shit works." He'd always been suspicious that there'd be a limit to that, eventually they'd die too much and just fade away. But if the way Darcy had explained this was right, then so long as they didn't give up and still had enough emotions to power the ship, they wouldn't turn into shades.

Of course, he's pretty sure she got that info direct from the Captain so who knows if that's a lie or not. Hn.

"I don't think anyone trusts the Captain it's more like.... we need him. It's his magic that keeps this whole place going, so if we kill him it probably collapses like a blackhole with all of us inside. But if we can work around him we can maybe get shit accomplished." Pratt frowns because he is not a strategist, he's not even very smart and his brain is condensed soup, but he's pretty sure someone out there must have a plan for how to convince the Captain to help them. "We're fucking trying man. Me and Steven were trying to barter with him, and he at least listened. Probably to laugh in our faces but like, I dunno man. I'm not gonna kill everyone on board if I have a say in it."

Which, he sometimes doesn't.