It does matter!

[Zach's voice goes up in anger, and then he clenches his fists, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

If they all, one by one, start losing hope and start thinking that nothing fucking matters, they'll never make it home.

His voice is a lot calmer when he speaks again.]

I'll give it to you when we're back topside, or wherever. You'll like it. You might even smile, you asshole.