[Was he? He...supposed he was. There was no one here trying to destroy everything, or blame him, or...anything, really. There were just things he'd never experienced, people he'd never heard of...discovery around every corner. He didn't have to worry about how many of their people had died before they'd arrived to save them, or how he'd caused it all. He could simply be and that was enough.]

It does, yes. [He nodded, frowning at the weight he could see threatening to crush his brother's shoulders. He took a seat beside him, folded his hands before him as he rested his weight forward on his knees, and then he looked over to his older brother, smiling still, gently, though, brotherly.]

You could too, you know, have found somewhere. There is a call for heroism now and again, but more often there isn't and I think you deserve that.