"Yeah, you get used to a lotta things. Like not killin'." He looks back over to the big floating cat creature. "I cain't kill nearly as much as I used to, not without causin' people what don't deserve it a lotta grief.

"The gentleness I show when I ain't killin' someone ain't for my enemies. It's for the people I know that don't need to see more dead bodies."

But, to be honest?

"...Y'know, I'd actually ask 'em. Memory or death. You wanna live without a memory or die? Some people are just gonna choose a memory wipe."

But he thinks back to so many of the worlds he visited. Even the space port he's been bouncing back and forth from. He couldn't ever stay in one place, he doesn't think, not forever. But he loves all those different places.