“It’s not your place to interfere,” Peter argued vigorously, flailing his arms.
“Why not?” Sam asked innocently, “they clearly need help, and I want to help them.” “For one, we’re not part of their tribe,” explained Peter, “and secondly, when have you ever helped anyone?”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair, I have… kind of,” Sam sulked.
“Sure, for some, but in the end, it always ends in chaos, pain, and destruction,” Peter reminded her, “please, just stop repeating the same mistake over and over again, hoping for a different result. It’s border lining insanity!”
“Are you calling me crazy, mister?” she eyed him daringly, “my suggestions aren’t wrong.”
“Really?” Peter sighed and buried his face in his hands.
“It’ll work,” Sam reassured him, “besides, they seem like the most capable bunch so far. Stop worrying so much.”
“No Sam, like all the others, they’ll be confused and fall victim of misinterpretation.” “Funny, considering the simplicity of my advice,” she scratched her head.
“It hardly works for us! Just stop this, and let them figure out their own thing,” he insisted.
“Too late,” Sam had disappeared and reappeared in a blink of an eye, “It’ll be fine, this Moses guy seems smart enough.”
“For crying out loud,” tears formed around Peter’s eyes, “we really need to stop our intergalactic summer vacation trips.”
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