Morningside Cuesta Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens..

boom.
now what the hell was that?
he's ready for air raid sirens, a tank to come smashing in, a volcano vomiting fire and brimstone out into open air. he could've sworn the grass waved along with the sound, like some supersonic blast, that his ears popped.
but what he sees is not a military-grade aircraft, nor a big scary psychopath with a firearm as big as himself, but a lone man. yo, he calls out, eyes squinted against the sun. uh, you just cost me a meal. asshole. and at least two years off my life. 
it's almost comical, looking at whittaker, nothing but bones and peach fuzz, crossing his arms like he's got all the time and power in the world. if you were to mention that to him, he'd cock his head at you and tell you that pretending was everything.