"Can't say that I know that yet myself, I'm afraid," Clark admits with a low release of breath, taking the glass to his mouth and drinking from it. "All I know is I have the knowledge in my head that will show us the way to answers about this ship. Don't know the answers myself, don't know why I'm here or who I am beyond a name, beyond knowing I'm a guide."

Which isn't very much at all.

He has feelings, emotions. What is he exactly? He doesn't know, but he wants to. Needs to. Hate he wasn't given that much at least before he was thrust on to this ship in the middle of nowhere.

"Can't say that I'm all that happy about not knowing, but can't force the knowledge."

What else is there but to fulfill the destiny given to him?