But he launched himself into the void of space for the next few years so he could do literally anything but that.

He shakes his head.

They're not having that conversation. They're just not.

"Nah. It's not that. It's more like... spoilers." That's not a lie. It's actually a lot of truths--a whole payload of truth bombs, sitting cosy and snug under their official top secret federal issue tarps, undetonated. Not giving her the nuclear code isn't fucking dishonest. It's common sense.

"I have experience with intergalactic totalitarian empires engaged in constant planetary genocide, s'all. So if you wanna talk about it, go ahead. You obviously had something going there, don't let me stop you now. The floor's all yours. My part ain't relevant to this supplementary interlocution."