If we weren't before, four million years of fighting have made us that.

[He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.]

I hope it is. Peaceful. I'm tired of fighting.

[Right now he's plain old tired, too, though.]

[He nods.] Then you do a good job. Protecting others is the best thing we can do.

[Right. He's going to let the Dreaded Panda pass without comment. It's....weird, though.]

Look forward to? [He shakes his head.] Not really. Die for a reason, I guess.

[Another shake of the head, more urgent.] No. I'm...I don't want anyone else getting this. From me.

_{bad enough Wing may have}