[At this point, Wolfram takes a second to glance behind them. He'd seen the Space Men use their nets, their guns, and their gas, yet for some reason right now they're just... chasing him, not using these items that are at their disposal. Why?

As if on cue, he feels the electric heat of the blast from one of their guns swipe by his cheek, and his eyes widen again as he looks at Nia in his arms.]

Obviously I'm in danger whether I'm carrying you or not! At least this way I can prevent you from doing something stupid and reckless. You're not frightened, fine, but there are undoubtedly people that care about you and it's heartless not to think of how they'd feel if you were gone! [...says the guy who recently tried to sacrifice himself without telling any of his loved ones his plan. Wolfram's totally not a hypocrite at all.]