It was a massacre. All of the people on the colony and then the race of immigrants to outer space. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to focus on other things. Some of the good that has come out of the war despite everything. Despite everything.

"I know." He said, shaking his head. What could he say? They had the same hangups about operation Meteor. They probably made the same decision to go to Earth. There was just nothing he could say to make things right. Maybe...

"Listen." He said, glancing longingly at the bedroom doors on the far side of the room. That corridor that at the moment looked so far away. "I won't say anymore. You don't need to carry that."