[He tugs the scarf from his head, his dark sandy hair matted with sweat, and uses a still-dry corner to wipe his face. His words are quiet, but they come easily, with conviction.]

I know Lyle is missing--can't help noticing every time I see Stellaris--but you still have us, Krile. And you have your own strength. Which is a damn sight greater than you'd ever guess, looking at you.