"What? Am I not right?" The survivor rose to his feet and glared at the other one. They were both tall and strong, and neither would give in.
"I feel grateful toward Moon for saving me, but going there won't keep us alive! Once the meteorite hits, Moon won't survive! Why can't they take us to Neige?!"
His words made several other survivors waver. They appreciated Moon for saving them. However, they felt going there would only keep them alive for a bit longer. Once the meteorite arrived, Moon would still be wiped out, and they would all die.
They believed that the Neigerian arks were their only hope. Why wouldn't Moon do the decent thing and drop them off at Neige?
"Shut up! Without Moon, we wouldn't even be having this conversation!"
"I didn't say Moon didn't save us, but it doesn't mean they can make the decision for us, nor does it mean I've agreed to become a Moonian! Who gave them the right to take me there? I want to go to Neige!"