"No, he'd tell me to go to hell and be forgotten."

Yondu finally pulls away from 'Stakar' with all the shattering perseverance of a man letting go of the edge of a cliff. "Sorry, I'm sorry." He says to Soldat as he passes, but it's a blanket sort of sorry. Sorry for being stupid enough for wanting. Sorry for backtalking him in this bad scene.

Sorry to Stakar, for being what he is, for having that dreamed up, 'Yondu, wait!' called at his back and having to ignore it. Imagination is a loaded gun and a fantasy is a sword someone's meant to fall on. Nothing good came of a happy thought.

"Alright, where do we go." He's keeping his back to him, 'cause if he looks he's gonna go back.