[ It's where Wash's own went, too, really. He turns his head along with Miles' gesture, tries to imagine it. A glow from the grave of an entire city. ]

I've been there twice, now. It's still hard to swallow. [ All of that gone in an instant. He's seen loss, but it never stops hitting him. ] It's impressive that there's anyone still left on the planet at all, to me.

Your own northern lights, I guess. [ They have Earth in common, right, he's pretty sure. ]