[He stares out at the sea but he doesn’t see it. There’s only the wide stretch of the desert and the deep blue of the heavens. He could say something right now and he can bet Legion would get it.]

...I miss pop. I always will. And I miss when everything was simple. If I got scared there was pop, letting me listen to the radio waves. I didn’t know he was letting me listen because it put me a little closer to mom. Just knew radio static meant everything was okay.

Or could be.

[That stopped being soothing during the war against the empire. He scrubs at his face.] I can never go back to that. The world and any reality will never be that simple or safe again. Even in peace, I’ll be watching for the signs of war.

It’s my job and I’m okay with that. I’d be looking for it anyway.