"...wait!"
Pistorious stumbles back into the group, barely able to keep himself on his feet, in his left hand clutching an almost emptied bottle of scotch.
"I redact my vote for ChaoSera, and instead vote to test myself!"
He tries to maintain his balance, but instead tumbles into the snow, leaning on his free hand, his face lighted by the flickering of the burning corpse in their middle.
"because, because I want you to trust me!"
his gaze is lost in thought as his face forms a sick, resigned grin, that quickly turns into a laugh of resignation.
"but you know the best part? Knowing that I'm innocent now doesn't help you jack."
another cruel laugh as he takes a last, long sip out the bottle. Coughing from the liquor, he continues,
"because now the Thing knows you'd trust me and I'd be a prime target to be consumed. What if I am turned tonight? How long until I am turned?
Can you know for sure that I'll still be innocent tomorrow?"
slowly getting to his feet, he turns to face Cesium and looks him directly in the eye, his face inches from Cesiums.
"can you?"
as he turns back towards Station door 3, the rest of the crew hear him mumble
"and all this while, this Thing is still lurking amongst us.
At least I'll be doing something constructive while I await my death."