Noctisardor Bypass delete the microwave

Even as dimwitted as he could be, Glaukos could tell he was being irritating. Or, he thought he was; his answers didn't have the answers that were required. He drew a deep breath and tried to be candid. There was one place, but I don't think I'm expected to return or anything. That probably didn't help matters. He felt compelled to explain.

Look — I wasn't the best person to be around when I was younger. As a kid, I mean. Then I was a soldier and it became expected that I follow orders, and it was easier for me that way. But that place is gone now. I've been wandering since, more or less. This information wouldn't change the circumstances of right now, so he felt he could speak freely about it.

I'm only just starting to get used to this whole... Choices, thing. And he'd gone and chosen to help Javelina, for whatever that was worth. Apparently a lot, given what had happened. If I can be of use to you, I'll stay. That's... that's the best I can offer. So I'll stay.