Only kid. He thought about Junior, his only child, however not planned as he was (how could anyone plan for something like that?). Tucker imagined him dying and starving in the cold. Imagined how helpless he’d feel, powerless, imagined the fucking pain that could cut through his fucking heart.

He remembered watching a ship explode with his kid on it—

“I have a kid. I get it.” His chest hurt a little, lungs squeezing. He missed his son. He missed his weekly video calls with him since they freed up communications with Chorus. Missed having his basketball picture in his wallet. Tucker actually looked…somber. Longing for something he wasn’t talking about.

Look, he could behave for once.

“No offense, but this place sucks.” Anywhere that kids could die like this sucked, let’s be real.