[It would be nice to see more of Dave's comics. Dirk hesitates, unsure whether or not that's a safe place to go, a safe thing to want or ask for. He feels like he exists on quicksand with Dave. He just doesn't know.

He can answer the other question more readily, but he's surprised to hear it. John must not have known.]

I watched them all, yeah. My Bro died four hundred years before my meteor landed. Same with Roxy's Mom. Me and Roxy arrived long after the party had ended.

[They never met their guardians. They never knew them. They never got to truly understand them. They were grew up in the detritus of a dead civilization, daydreaming that the front door would open to someone who was never going to come home.]