"I know men like this. They were something, once upon a time, but then the world changed," he admits, feeling like it's a strange thing. He's not one of them, but he could see it with Goodnight. He'd fought a whole war and then it had moved on, leaving him with the ghosts of the past.

"Did it scar you?" he wonders, the puppy yawning and burrowing into Vasquez's arms, which means it's finally calmed.