"No. Maybe, once- but not on Earth. Infantry battles, fighting on the ground? There's a long history of that. But there hasn't been war on Earth in a hundred years. And the war we found when we left it, was..."

The scale of what he saw in Zevran's memories felt overwhelming, but he knows, from a sheer perspective of numbers, it doesn't really compare to a Galra fleet. One plague of aggressive, poisonous demons struggling to overtake a continent is horrific, but it's hard to relate it to the scope of an intergalactic battle.

"I'm a pilot. So I... control a mechanized suit of armor. An ancient weapon that chooses who wields it, and that can join itself to four others, to create a... a super weapon, I guess would be the easiest way to describe it. We fight mostly in space, or at least in the air. It's-"

He breaks the thought off with sigh, and flashes Zevran a rueful sideways smile, then lifts his hand, palm up.

"I can show you. If you want."