"That's what I thought, man!" Right before he mugged Christopher in a panic and tried to steal his ship and almost fucked up everything for everyone. Again. "But, ah, what he's doing, it's​ important."

Wikus gives a heavy sigh and decides to lie back on his bed. He can deal with stray bloody spots on the sheets later.

"Yeah, that's the hope." He's just not very hopeful. Things don't exactly seem to be going his way lately. What he really hopes is that Christopher wasn't​ lying about it being reversible.