"I told you we're doing better," Omega insists, grabbing the edge of the table. "You know who throws money at us, pretends like that's help? Our parents. We don't need money, we need..."

Omega shakes his head. They need money. Or goods and services that money can be exchanged for. There's a few things he can think of, though.

"Eta needs someone to teach her how to be a girl, so she'll at least have the option. Iota needs someone to listen when he talks. Theta needs help with his homework. Gamma needs ... I don't know what Gamma needs, he lies so much. Sigma needs people to stop leaving. Epsilon needs to leave. Delta needs someone to tell him he's doing a good job without him asking."

It pours out him like a torrent, and he cuts himself off. "You want to just drop in and be handed a list of problems to solve? There you go. You want to help? Pick something."

The table is bolted to the ground. A shame, Omega would have found great satisfaction in using it for punctuation.