"I tried to stop him joining up." He continued after a long moment's pause, walking back over with the water and pouring out what was some kind of tea that he'd obviously made up himself out of herbs in his garden. He set one down in front of Finn, and then one in front of the opposite seat, before slowly lowering himself into it.

"I told him that he could fly just as much, have just as an exciting life, without being in a fighter. There is so much trade work, he could fly every moment of his life and never so much as see a gun, but he wouldn't hear it. I shouldn't have tried. I knew better, even then. All it did was drive him away, and he's never..." His shoulders sunk a little then, both hands wrapped around his steaming cup as he stared down into it. "It hasn't been the same. And it probably won't be, for a very, very long time. If ever. I've had to accept that."