Marco watched him a long moment then said quietly, "I know, man. I remember. That was a hellish night." He sighed and stood from the hay bale, picking off the rough grass that clung to his shirt, trying to banish the memories. "Look, Tobias..." he said finally, "if you wanna leave all this behind you, I'm not going to stop you. And I doubt the others will either. Ultimately, it's your decision." Then he turned his gaze up to him again. "But, like I said, this isn't really about any one of us. A few kids are the only thing standing in the Yeerks' way. And it was easier back when we had your hawk eyes and those killer talons fighting alongside us, bud." He folded his arms, looking more thoughtful than irritated now, and leaned against the wall. "Have you talked with anyone about this? Ax? Rachel?"