He doesn't want to get into it either. It was the past, and if anyone knew that sometimes the past was too much to bear it was him. He shakes his head when she falls silent. He doesn't need to hear it. "Prism had me, once. I know...more than enough."

Drift reaches his hand, one finger stroking over her shoulder, carefully ignoring the smile that wasn't much of a smile. "You don't need a rank, Vandal. You know you're the one in charge." It's not much of a joke, either.