[ Another shrug. ] 's probably about the same for us still. If you're rich, you probably got a significant chunk of a city all to yourself. And your own private ship. Lots of poor people in space, but the rich ones own everything. Got to go to wherever they wanted to be.

[ Not that he really knows a whole lot about that, since that's a world away from where he grew up. Only really came into money with the Roci, but then there was no other place he'd wanted to be, so it had kinda stopped mattering. He'd gotten to put it all behind him.

And here, the air's free, so it doesn't really matter all that much again. Amos absentmindedly nods at the idea of slipping off somewhere. ]

I bet. Wasn't anywhere to run off to where I grew up. You were pretty much just stuck where you were. [ He looks around again, wondering what it would have been like to grow up somewhere like this. No people. All the hiding places in the world. A chance to escape, live off the land on your own.

He'd have never come back. Never would've made it to space, either. But never would have come back. ]

Think I would've liked some place like this. [ A pause. ] There're worse places to grow up.

[ A silent agreement. Amos doesn't think their children's homes were quite the same, but a shithole's a shithole. Even if you measure it out in degrees, shit's still shit. ]