Look at it this way, you avenged them. And you got a chance to try, that's more than most people get. You tried all you could and you still lost but you tried.

[Mick places his hand over the flame, close enough that it burns gently into the soft skin of his palm, holding it there without even flinching. Fire barely hurt these days, it had an immunity. Not like when he was a kid, young, guilty and struggling with how he felt about anything, when he'd light matches and burn himself, it'd hurt a lot more back then. These days his hands are used to it, he can barely feel it.]

Besides, knowing all the weird sci-fi bullshit that goes on these days, maybe someone will clone them or time will undo events or something. All those cliches.

[All he knew from sci-fi stuff was that it was weird, unpredictable and usually ended horribly.

He pauses for a moment before leaning forward, looking at Rip expectantly but with a hint of a smile. Just to detour off the topic a little, he has to wonder.] So, tell me, are chest bursters real? Like in Alien. Does that shit happen? Like am I gonna have an alien rip out of my chest one day?

[Horrible and scary but seriously, what a way to go.]