"Exactly." Raju sits on his knees to look Francis over once he's moved, unsatisfied. Nothing even to put his head on, nothing between Francis and the ground except the blanket, Raju's coat, wrapped around him, and without stripping himself naked that's the only thing that Raju has to give. He'll have to look for something Francis can lay on when he looks for something to tear apart to wrap his ribs, but he hasn't gotten to the bottom of this yet. It should be enough, maybe, that Francis is willing to put aside the idea of this being a place which, along with everything else, houses dead men, but it hadn't been enough for Francis, though he'd been willing to pretend. And a pretence isn't enough for Raju, not here and now. Raju had been... distracted by personal matters, memories, thoughts that shouldn't have effected his judgement the way that they had. Of course those men can't be dead, if they're still living here. So he should have been able to listen.

"There's no authority to rebel against, no ship to get lost on." The hand still resting on Francis' shoulder gives a gentle squeeze, and Raju smiles. He should have responded this way earlier; it might be too late now to really settle Francis' mind. But now that Raju himself is thinking more clearly again he can try to reassure, can succeed at it this time. "So what is it you think is happening again?"