"True," Devero says with a nod, his voice soft. "They're behind you now, and no amount of regret or recrimination can undo what happened to them.

"'The past is a warning, the present a gift, and the future a promise'," he continues. "That's what they say on my world. You can learn from the past-- you can look at everything you did and you can figure out where you made your mistakes, where you failed your people--" That part Devero understands, even if the scope of his failure is completely different than the tragedy of the mutiny of Yondu's crew. "--but you can't live there. Only place any of us can live is in the present, and the only direction we can go from here is forward."

He pauses a moment, rubbing Yondu's hand gently between his own as he thinks about how to phrase what he wants to say next. "Your crew is-- is gone," he continues finally, "but you're not. And you're not alone here, Yondu. Maybe we're not your crew, but you're as much a part of this community as any of the rest of us."

He looks over, trying to catch those red eyes. "You don't have to carry all of this pain alone."