He felt his smile falter, but he nodded. He knew his voice was...different. After the accident, there was no going back. Nothing could change him back, he would always have that tinge of an alien voice to his thoughts, the hint of green always there.

"Don't worry, if things go south, I'll definitely give out a call. Hell, who knows, maybe when I do, it'll be because it'll be time to move forward."

He gave him a wan, strained smile. Even after all this time, he still thought of himself as a leader. He was, but he wasn't going to lead the war. He was going to try and redefine it.