[ That was an invitation, wasn't it? It's tempted to accept it -- after all, what's holding him here? The orphanage might be in December, but given how abandoned everything else is, he's not holding his breath. Livio's dead. Stampede isn't his responsibility, and what's that leave? Just him.

Him, and the Eye. ]

Hey, you get a chance to get on one of those ships and get the hell out of here, you take it and don't look back.

[ Now seems like a prime time to grab that pack of smokes off the floorboards... and look at that. This car's even got a cigarette lighter with the coil still in the slot. Will wonders never cease? ]

Maybe I'll make it out to Earth one day myself.