Others...others from his galaxy. There's comfort in that - not just in solidarity, but more that...should he mess up? There's still a chance for the people he loves to make it.

"Um, one of the...weirder colony planets," he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "The only rule there is basically, uh, 'do whatever you want so long as you don't mess with someone else's drink. Real cowboy, outlaw stuff."