Kol paused, then nodded, sitting down in the chair opposite Kris, and pouring a shot for himself. "Your brother, eh? I liked him. Was tough, but fair, to his crew. Which is why he was in Command of a half-dozen Kodiaks when the battle of Hades started. He probably saved the lives of Seventy Million people when he rammed his ship into the Side of a Vasari Desolator."<br/><br/>He tossed back the shot, ignoring the burn of the harsh alcohol. "Kris, your brother was a good man, a brave man, and I was proud to know him, and humbled by his sacrifice, to save people he had never even ~heard~ of before that week had begun. And, if I could have, I would have personally Visited the homes of every person that died that battle, to apologize to their families, for not being able to do anything but watch as their lives were snuffed out, Half a million miles away from me."<br/><br/>He flipped the shot glass over, and placed it on the table. "You're a good person, and, when the time comes, you'll be a good captain to your own crew. But, for now, you're working with me, and that's something that you and your brother share. Just remember that, and ask yourself what your brother would have done."