"I hate it here."
He admitted it with vigor, spit flying from his mouth as the words dove forward.
"I do too."
I say the words, hesitantly. Someone might be listening.
"I mean, I joined to fight the Storm Hawks. And I'm stuck here, on patrol duty." He leans over the side of his skimmer and frowns.
"I understand."
I do, I really do.
I joined the Talons to fight the Storm Hawks. I joined because I wanted revenge.
My brother was only sixteen when he was blasted from the sky. By THEM.
"We should head back." The sky is darkening.
"Remember what happened to..." The sentence dies, and its soul is carried away by the breeze. We nod at each other and head for home.