"Right. Yes. Guns."

"-You really don't know what those are?"

"We had them on ships, not in a person's hand."

"-Huh. Most people round these parts pack, less they're trying to skim under the Protectorate's radar."

"I take it going under the radar is the more helpful option."

"What the Protectorate do to people they don't like ain't good. They're vengeful, but they dressed it up all pretty like they're trying to save our souls."

"Not the first organisation I've encountered to enforce such."

"S'why we're out here, with Mischa hiding in a cave and us living in the open ocean. Safest way."

"I think you all deserve a bit of safety."

"Everyone does. Just sometimes shit happens."

"True, that."

"We're doing good though, and the occasions we get shot at on the mainland aside, we're safe."

"I'll do everything in my power to make sure you all stay safe."

That gets a grin and a laugh. "While I appreciate that, and the others will too, we've got that pretty well covered."

“I’ve definitely seen evidence of that!”

"...Circ threatened you didn't she?" Rex sounds kind of amused by that, if also a little concerned.

"I don't blame her. She has much to protect."

"You're not wrong. And you're part of that too now."

"I hope I'll earn that."

"Just don't screw us over and you've already have. Like...safety isn't something to earn. Not really."

"I'll keep that in mind." Anders seems distant.

"-You want I should leave you alone?"

"It's not that, I...I've got a strange sense of deja vu."

"-Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's...it's like I keep falling into groups that become my closest friends, and then I'm gone. I wonder when it will happen to you all too."