It's not a life Crozier's used to; he's a man who's been criticized for not using enough available drawers, after all, but it's been surprising how comfortably he's settled. It's not just comfortable, despite all the hardships he's contented. It's a strange feeling for him, not one he's used to yet or even able to recognize.

He sits down on the second chair, sinking into it with a lot more practice and ease. He's fallen asleep in this exact chair, in fact.

"And it was only June," he replies quietly, looking at the way he still holds his cap. "June of the first year."

Crozier seems to deflate with a little with a quiet exhale. It's good that Edward and John have each other's backs; that sort of camaraderie and loyalty will save them in the end. But the others, most of which who have never had to work a part of a crew or listen to command, might not fair so well.

"We're not solely to blame for it. We were manipulated into it with soured emotions and that constant barrage from the Darkwalker."