"No- I was. You got- you were never in medical all that long. There was Epsilon and then they got you off the ship." THis wasn't from the Crash. Wasn't from the project. This was more recent than that.

"The war's over. It's been over-" Seeing his back just gives him more scars to stare at, more skin to compare to his last memory of David, awkward and trying to hide it, back in the showers on the MOI. Handful of knicks that anyone gets in their lives but not- not this.

Nothing like this.

"What happened? Where did you- how did you-" He cuts himself off, teeth clikcing together. "...I should've kept looking."