[ And in turn he listens, too. Calm, impassive, and attentive, Amos listens as Nebula speaks her piece, absorbing every word.

And when she finishes his voice is soft and gentle — not in contrast to her purpose, but because he feels it's what the subject matter deserves. If he had any anger, he's long moved past it, on to... this. ]

I know there's no bringing them back. It's okay.

[ Ever the Zenite, ever accepting of death. It's like Flat said: that's that. All there is left to do is look ahead, which is what he's trying to do now. ]

Can I get their names? Of the confirmed... of the lost, when you're pretty sure they'll be confirmed. So they aren't forgotten in death.