It's just so weird. So hard to process. He's pretty sure the other feels the same, given the way he's reacting. They're not going to get things figured out between the two of them, that's for sure. Just sit here and marvel at the weirdness. He shakes his head, the flutter of mandibles against his jaw a quiet tap of cartilage in the battery.

"Glad to hear someone out there's winning." A long sigh. "You're prepared for it. Every soldier does."

His fingers flick over the console. Over the galaxy map. Mentally cataloging the places there should be Reaper signs.

"Then it knocks you on your ass every time."