Lex hummed thoughtfully in consideration. He couldn't decide which of them was luckier: Lex with his friends and broken family, or Blue with her nothing. On one hand, Lex did miss his friends and mother terribly, and he had no way of knowing if they were dead or alive. Blue didn't have that worry (unless he counted Manny). However, on the other hand, at least Lex had somebody to miss. "I think, if Manny's alive, he'd count himself out," he snickered, remembering fondly the giant bear of a man. Manny could, and had demonstrated many times, that he could pick Lex up. It mostly came in the form of unrequited hugs, but he had no doubts that the man could probably pick up a Realian and break it over his knee. Hopefully he'd made it out alive. Lex would miss that miserable, price-gouging bastard. "I guess you at least have us, for whatever that counts for."<br/><br/>He was mildly curious how Blue had managed to stay alive on her own. She was nimble and good at hiding, he supposed, but stealthier men had died trying to run from the Realians. The ones that Lex, himself, had helped to create. Guilt settled into his homes, but he refused to give it attention.