"I used to," he said. "I think I still do. One of them is angry, though. I can't talk to him right now."

Krem needed space to work through feelings, without Bull's shadow looming over him. So he would try to give him that, to abide by his wish to remain distant. He missed him, though. He missed Krem all the time.

He tried to think of the Qun, tried to find some comforting phrase to latch onto. Since losing the Chargers, it was all he had.