[He let his hands lower slowly, but he could see even from this distance that the other's finger was still on the trigger, so he continued to keep his hands out and away from his body, letting him see that he wasn't reaching for his own gun.

He gave a small sigh, shaking his head as he glanced over that red shoulder to the distant building on the horizon.]

The kids, yeah, and Melanie. Made sure they got out on the refugee ship before the Ark showed up. Someone's still there, though. I-...we...buried him out back. Didn't we.

[It wasn't a question, and he heard the way his voice wavered in almost exactly the same way. So surreal, too surreal, and still he couldn't figure out how or why this was happening or whether it was even real.

But then...it should have been easy enough to tell, shouldn't it?

He flexed his jaw for a moment, debating on whether or not he wanted to risk the vulnerability it could cause, before reaching out with his mind, feeling for the other's consciousness and trying to make a connection only their kind could be capable of, sending out a quiet, wary wave of thought-feeling-voice into the air.]

I don't know what's happening or how we both got here, but I know what you're going through.