More time passed, more times he lost it, more time for his then thin sliver of sanity to corrode down to a small trace. He was no longer recognizable as a human, other than his face he was utterly gone. He survived off the meager nutrition the smaller units provided, they came plenty though. The numbers of infected increased over time. The sophistication of the ships as well, they became more ornate and high tech. The occupants remained for the most part unchanged, excluding their clothes. They babbled of their old life, what it was like and what had been going on when they left.
Eden watched ships of unfamiliar make and technology fly by at one point in his tormented stay on Deimos. Days more passed and he saw explosions where the large ships had flown off too, a war with the humans was the most likely explanation. Months more passed, more and more came. With several shipments came a non-human species, No explanation was needed to know that these were the ones who had started a war with the humans, or "Orokin" as he had learned from one of the more sane infected.
Then the shipments all stopped. They stopped for what Eden thought was an eon, time was impossible to tell here. But they came back. They came with more humans and the others, then he came.
A ship came speeding towards the small moon, slowing and finally landing on it. Eden ran towards where it landed. He arrived at a small impact basin, a small crowd already gathered near the ship. The hatch opened and out jumped a strange man in a strange suit. His arm was entirely malformed and enlarged, his face was concealed with a helmet. Eden walked up to him, the crowd shrunk back, the man simply stared through a cracked visor. He reached up to his helmet and tore it off, sending the sparking thing to the ground. Eden looked at the man, fully able to make out his features. His eyes were like his, ruined from plague. They were pure white, his expression seemed cruel and detached, yet amused at the same time. He smiled and spoke, his voice creaky and scratchy from either the virus or disuse.
"Hello, my name is Nakarn, I shall be your new...Head of Affairs."