He doesn't know what to say, for several seconds, suddenly aware of his limbs and the weight of his body settling in his feet and the quiet hiss of recycled air.

He lets out a breath.

"... If it means anythin'... I don't think that kind of war would be forgotten. We're-- there's something we're fightin' right now. Somethin' alien. It's the first time we've ever met somethin' beyond ourselves. If humans had ever evolved like that - I think we'd still remember, right?" The uneasy part of him thinks that the governments in power now would have never killed humans with special abilities.

They would have just used them.