The H.E.L.M., The Moon's Orbit
The Guardian listens to a message on the radio in the Wing of the Haunted
Amanda Holliday: Hey, Commander. How're you holding up?
Zavala: I've been better. Sounds like you have too.
Amanda Holliday: Yeah. Pretty tore up inside. Any little thing sets me off. Might've said some… hurtful stuff to somebody who didn't deserve it.
Zavala: We've all been at our worst. When we're hurt, when we're afraid. We all fall apart.
Amanda Holliday: Feels like I'm held together by duct tape and spit lately.
Zavala: The last few weeks have opened up some old, old wounds. Reminded me of important people I've lost. My wife. My son.
Amanda Holliday: Yeah… yeah… I know that kind of hurt. Other way around, though. I still think about my folks, but I… I can't really remember their voices anymore.
Zavala: I can't remember Hakim's voice either. I try. I try so hard.
Amanda Holliday: You wanna tell me about him? Your wife?
Zavala: Someday. Not today, not yet.
Amanda Holliday: Want some company down in your office anyway? We don't have to talk. Maybe we just… sit?
Zavala: I'd like that. Thank you, Amanda.
Amanda Holliday: Ain't nothing. It's what family does.