( oh kyna. he doesn't think much of men what walk out on their families like that, to be sure, but it ain't anger on her behalf so much as sympathy that flickers in his expression. )

Some. Ain't much that makes it past the censors, an' deliverin' from one war zone to another on the other half of the planet ain't easy. But Reggie'd check in on him for me now an' then an' let me know how he was doin'. Al's the only one of us that can. Mm. Ghosts describe us as a beacon, almost. Like a light in the dark. Al can black it out so's he can't be found. No clue how he does it, but sometimes it means Reg' has a harder time findin' him.

( he scuffs his heel in the dirt to allay an itch, an' then tips his head to one side. )

You ever met up with your father again?