'Twas different then: barring tragic accident, we returned to the star at a time of our choosing. There was naught to mourn - only to celebrate.

[ Until the Final Days upended everything. He resists her attempt to remove the glass from his hand, but not in a terribly stubborn way. His words are starting to slur a bit. ]

In the first place, you and he are anomalies. Neither of you are the Warrior that I know, yet...