Normal. No weird shit. [Demons or powers or anything else the Tranquility had thrown at them.] He was a marine. Iraq. Went AWOL. Waiting on them to take him in. Didn't want to go back.

[Said there was nothing for him back there. It had meant something, back then. But the ship didn't care what anyone wanted. Taylor shifts to pick up the bottle again, gesturing at the screen with it.]

You were friends, you know.