Sloane: This is awful.

Drifter: [laughs] Sure is. You ever been outside of Sol?

Sloane: Never had a reason to.

Drifter: Mm. Can't say I recommend it. Saw some stuff while I was out there. Bad stuff. A world colder than you can imagine. Creatures that suppressed the Light. My crew… Let's just say we wore out our welcome. Creatures started closing in. Trigger fingers got itchy. Some of us froze to death. A Lightless, final death. The others… they didn't go so quiet. Not until I shut them up. Not sure how long I stayed after that. Had to mod my Ghost to survive. Used the parts from… [takes a deep breath] I did what it took to get off-world. And now, I'm here.

Sloane: I'm no stranger to combat, but… How did you leave it all behind?

Drifter: [inhales sharply] …I didn't. Some things, you carry with you forever. But eventually, they stop feeling too heavy to lift.

Sloane: Thanks for the drink, Drifter.

Drifter: Heh. Any time, Sloane.