"Yeah...give or take." Alastair reached across and rubbed his shoulder idly, even though he'd gone to Bakura to have it healed. It was merely a nervous fidget. "Helps that Stark can fly, in his suit. I just...I wish I hadn't waited. There was a post from the police, so I figured they were on it, but..."

He took a breath and then let out what he had been actually stewing over. "I feel partly responsible. If I hadn't tracked down Cavil, none of this would have happened. Everything would be all right if I'd just kept my nose out of it."