Dunno. Maybe they always meant t' split us up. Notice 's only certain people been shunted off int' the river here. Ain't even none a my brothers here, though Thatch an' Marco'd love ridin' 'round in shitty li'l boats. Grell probly not so much but she ain't never been seabound, jus' married t' Marco so we pretend she fits in.

[He grimaces a little. That's not really fair, and he knows it. But he hasn't let it go yet, either. They're a work in progress.]

Anyway. Plans don't usually work out, catch me? We're here now, a bigass pod a migrants. Whatever's comin' next we're facin' it t'gether. Might as well figure out what we can 'bout each other an' start learnin' t' work as a team, y' know?