Bradbury, all due respect, is also a bit of a dunce. He's more muscle and heart than brains, and not someone I'd count on to draw a reliable conclusion.

[ bloody this, bloody that, for all the english people she knows sharing a similar accent to her, their tongue sure deso seem to be a lot bloodier. and she's a bloody vampire. ]

But the real problem, Kitty, is I'm not here to be your resource. Your goals are not my goals, and I don't intend to contribute to them. I'm more concerned with keeping things sorted on the ground while you're off with your head in the clouds, so while we may be on the same nebulous "side", we aren't actually fighting the same battles.

You want everyone to care about some revolution on your world that simply won't ever matter to us! But you keep shoving it down our throats all the same, and how else do you expect people to respond? My world is dead, my race extinct, and I have to look after its bloody murderer! I can't be arsed with your world's problems, and neither can anyone else!

You're here, on this planet. Home is irrelevant, until she decides it's our time. Get your head in the now, and maybe then we might actually be on the same side.