[ Robbie doesn't immediately start speaking. He's thinking about floods, about how small people look in the second before the wall of water hits them, when it clicks that he will never reach them in time.

He knows how sick it made him, to look for that shirt on the survivors. On the floating bodies. To know that one family may never get closure.

It hurts, and it's on him. ]

I'm sorry for your loss. I know you'll think that's meaningless, because I wasn't here. I had to say it anyway.

I know how hard it is to lose people that you love. I'm going to do my best to make sure no one - as few people learn how it feels as possible. I'm not conceited enough to promise you no one, but that - it's always going to be my goal.

[ He knows he's about to get raked over the coals. He thinks the Legionnaires who were around for the flood were doing their best. There's no nice way to say "we're fallible." ]

I know what I signed up for - here and home. If I was one of the missing, I wouldn't blame Querl Dox. If I could blame anyone, I'd blame myself. I chose this life.