"Hmph, a sense of humor is gold when the world's gone black. Don't fret none, the old gray-haired man's got your back...and I ain't talking about who you think I'm talking about."

"Fuck off, Leif."

"C'est la vie."

Three more blinks and he was gone. In the distance, I saw a Citadel warship emptying out, and one of the soldiers was late to put on his helmet. Just standing there, confused, with long gray hair... I vaguely recognized him from my time at Phoenix Base. ...