If it's for Felix, there's very little Jim wouldn't at least consider doing. He wonders sometimes if Felix knows that. If he believes it no matter how often Jim tells him he means the world to the captain. It scares him that he's so fiercely devoted to someone else but he's long since accepted that this was just going to be the way of life for them. It doesn't mean they're going to see eye to eye all the time.

Like now, for example. Felix stalking off on his own to perform rituals without any kind of safety net in place. No one here to help him if something went wrong. If Jim hadn't been waiting here would Felix have been okay when he snapped out of it? At the same time, Felix knows how had Jim's been pushing himself. How weak it's left the captain despite all his attempts to hide it. Hurting himself so someone else can have a bit more. And now he's going out there. Out past the torches where danger lurks. To feed a den full of mostly strangers.

"It has to be done, Felix. We're going to starve if we don't do something. Whether this is the right call or not doesn't matter anymore. It's the only call we've got. We either see this through, or people die."