They keep him company at night. He can already hear Heat calling him an idiot if he said anything along those lines aloud. But it's hard to put into words that grim finality of hanging up that title of leader and realising he was in an unfamiliar world where the familiar was happening again and while having none of his comrades, none of his tribe, by his side. The Convoy is small in comparison to the hundreds of soldiers in their territory.

He had been alone in Nirvana, but not for long.

Since the beginning of his remembered existence, before they were a Tribe of significance, he always had someone by his side. What is a leader without followers? What is a Tribe without people?

You can't be a comrade alone.

But instead, he says, "My armour was destroyed. One made these clothes from the limited supplies to replace it."

He folds his arms.

"They don't have an Atma. They don't need to hunt."