You and Kix are on the ships bridge, late at night. Enjoying the quiet space of the ship at the late hour. It was a rare moment for you two. Always having to be on battles, missions, it was weird having this time with Kix. There was a comfortable silence between you two.

He stares out into the vastness of space, looking like he was deep in thought. After a while he spoke.

"You ever think about what comes after this?" he asks, his voice unusually soft, reflective. He glances over at you, a rare vulnerability in his expression. "After the war. After the fighting. What’s left for people like us?"