A small frown tugged at the corner of Ryanâ€™s mouth when Eric mentioned having good parents. Sadly Ryan really wouldnâ€™t know much about that, his parents had barely paid attention to him, they were always too busy doing work. He has never felt a bond with them. Even when they were not that busy they barely paid any attention to him enough and barely seemed to acknowledge they had a son.  When he was old enough to start doing some work around the ship it had finally given him some way to make him feel like he was part of something and not justâ€¦ there. It was the main reason the gangs were more home than the military ever was to him. He thought about bringing it up to Eric but then he started talking about his own past so he kept quiet and listened. Hey, nobody has ever said Ryan was a bad listener.<br/><br/>â€œWell, dear Eric, I donâ€™t blame you for lying. After all, you were only doing your job back thereâ€¦â€ Ryan said quietly, words trailing off a bit as he was deep in thought. From the sound of things Eric has also had a pretty rough past. He took notice in the change in him when he brought it up, he had seen some of that side of him when he went to go rescue Kat, there was no doubt they came from different worlds that were now reversed and it honesty intrigued him quite a bit. Part of him was relieved they came from different backgrounds. The way he looked at this was even though they were different he could relate to Eric in his own way.<br/><br/>Suddenly the tone of his voice had changed, filled with resentment as he thought back to his military days more, â€œI couldnâ€™t stand being a part of the military. Every day was the same thing over and over, it was rather dull and I felt there was nothing there for me. Long story short, one day I got sick of everything so killed my father and just decided to up and leave then and there, walked right out during the middle of a mission.â€ He paused for a moment to shake off the resentment then continued as if it had not been there at all. â€œWhen I found myself on that planet I found that the gangs were more welcoming; I found their edginess and dangerous lifestyle to be quite thrilling and decided that was what I needed. Iâ€™ve been the leader of my gang for about ten years now.â€<br/><br/>â€œBeing around military personnel and not having guns pointed at me or some officer yelling in my face is a nice change of pace,â€ Ryan gave another shrug and then turned back to the sea of stars outside the window while he thought about the day he left the military, his undying resentment towards his parents in spite of always wanting to be carefree, and the gang he called his home. He was feeling a little uncomfortable sharing all of that. â€œIâ€™ve never dreamed of setting foot on a ship again, let alone willingly work for the military or even see Murdock again. It was either that or have cuffs slapped on my wrists so naturally Iâ€™d choose freedomâ€¦â€ Once again his words trailed off, he was starting to feel that he was rambling on a bit too much.<br/><br/>His mind wandered, thinking about a few ways he could change the subject again. Honestly he really didnâ€™t want to talk about his past after he had mentioned he didnâ€™t, it just sort of slipped out, but then changed his mind and decided what the hell. Soon it wouldnâ€™t matter anyway since it would be all erased soon and he would have a clean slate and wouldnâ€™t have anyone looking at his past ever again. That thought was enough to keep him in a good mood.