Kol paused, then gently patted Kris on the shoulder. "You don't have to be the best. Look, you joined the Military in part to honour your brother's memory, right? Then do what you feel would make him Proud of you."<br/><br/>He paused, then reached into a pocket, placing a small, twisted piece of metal on the table, the dull grey steel having been twisted into an almost-corkscrew pattern by some great force. "I think you should have this. It's part of your brother's command chair, and probably the largest part of his ship that we managed to recover."<br/><br/>He paused, his hand still on her shoulder. "Get some rest, Kris. It's late, and you're exhausted." He paused, looking at the bottle of alcohol, then shrugged and poured two final shots with the last of the bottle, nudging one towards her. "To absent friends. May they be in a better place, and laughing at our blunders."