Populations out of control. It sounded like the fate that many races probably would have faced at some point had the Galra not intervened as they had. Had war not happened. There was never really a good outcome in any scenario was there? Even without war there was always something else.

"I can imagine. You guys have had to stay under the radar, not draw attention. With how relentless the Glara can be, I can imagine it's been hard," Kuron murmured, offering his own wry smile in return. They were lucky to have gone this long without issues. At least any Galra related issues that is.

He starts just slightly at the press to his arm though he doesn't jerk away, looking at her more directly as his steps slow so he can give her more of his attention.

"You'd...you know how risky that is." A statement, not a question. He knew she was aware. She was too intelligent not to know what she was doing. Kuron couldn't help the look that crossed his face as he truly considered what she was offering though, the look of gratitude, the look that said how seriously he was going to consider it. What was left for him here? He couldn't stay. This was Shiro's place not his. He wasn't even suppose to be alive still. "I wouldn't mind tagging along, if the rest of your crew allowed it."

A new beginning.

He looked in the direction she gestured and frowned thoughtfully.

"I should be able to manage it."