Overhead, the shadow cruises across the sky. The great ship - the name he knows. Something tied to him and to Shepard, the Normandy. Sleek and strong and perfect. When he looks up at it, sometimes the colors shift. Sometimes it looks different than others, but he just figures it's the Horizon. It's a mood change. Something like that.

He's quiet, looking up at it, while Koby decides what to say. The feathers along his shoulders ripple. Grey and white, banded like a bird of prey's. Uncertainty.

"How long?" he asks, casually enough, though his brain is running through options as fast as it can. What a star becomes when it dies. The opposite of light and warmth - Nothing. And that puts his back up. The thought of Koby becoming nothing...

It's not a thought he wants to allow to grow.