"I tried to find you." Not that it's worth- anything now. But it needs saying. He tried. "...I'm sorry I never did."

Maybe it would've made shit easier on him. On everyone. Maybe it would've changed everything. Maybe it would've just gotten him killed. God only knows how that'd go. For now there's the ruin of his camp, am ess of MRE's to clean up, and mercenaries in the middle of a civil war.

Fun times.

"Is there anywhere on this rock where I won't be noticed?"