"... Yeah." It's an awkward pause before the word, and he doesn't look very comfortable. He thinks about not explaining, about letting the silence drag on, but.

He just can't.

He sighs, and clears his throat.

"They, uh - they think I'm dead. Back home. Not because I came here, but - before that. They think I went down on the Donnager. They think I died a hero."