A whole lot worse than just sitting around fretting, that's for sure. They're not going to complain at all, about anything, not when they're getting their people back. Soldat looks him over again anyway, then gives his shoulders a squeeze with their hands there. "Good. Nobody should hate you."

They let him go finally, step back, and ask the harder question: "You're okay with that? With. Coming back? Even if your person misses you?"