He sighs very gently, and his figure deflates imperceptibly with it. "Oh, I understand that. I think of it too." Half the time he looks at Hawk or Radar, if he's being honest.

"Even myself, I... I don't know why so few of us are left from that Village. Why one of them was me, of any of them. There were teenagers there." His brow furrows. "If my younger self had any answers, they've all been thoroughly knocked from me now, but they would've all been hokey anyway. I wish I knew what to say."

He reaches out to squeeze Radar's hand. "At least they get to rest--Lord knows they needed it. And at least I got to see you again."