Zechs stood by the kettle as it boiled, turning more though so he could face Quatre as they spoke. He nodded in understanding. That made sense - and stranger friendships could be made through war, it didn't seem odd that two soldiers fighting for the same goals, so vastly outnumbered on Earth, would bond.

Something occurred to him, and Zechs found himself asking, "Do you know if he even ... wanted to return?"

It would've been a ridiculous question to Zechs when he first arrived here. Surely everyone wanted to go back. Now, he realized, that wasn't always the case.