Grayson Islands

"Tomorrow, I'll be home, eating my mother's cooking," the soldier mumbled, seemingly delirious.

Kirikos approaches the body of the fourth soldier, kneels, and uses Source on him.

Mark placed his right thumb and index finger on his brow and shook his head. A chuckle escaped his lips.
Then, after thinking for a moment, he walked to a prominent spot and spoke in a loud, clear voice, "My fellow unfortunate comrades, judging by what my eyes see, you have settled in very comfortably in this cozy prison block, and I am very happy for you. However, in my opinion, resting, performing rituals, and engaging in other interesting ways of spending time at the moment is not the best idea. The fact is, we don't know who else is on this ship, and we don't know the condition of the ship – who knows, maybe the ceiling and walls are ready to collapse on our heads at any moment. And, most importantly, the Order will not wait. Personally, I would like to get out of here as soon as possible."