...He finally, finally realized that destroying a civilian enemy colony would not avenge his lost loved ones, or keep those that remain to him safe. Good thing, too, because he was one trigger away from launching a missile at it.

[He's speaking of a barely averted atrocity, but his voice holds an undeniable fondness, a touch of pride, a drop of sadness.]

Fifty years of hatred, only to realize it wasn't helping anyone, least of all himself. Fifty years spent pretending he couldn't empathize with his enemy, only to fight to save them in the end. I wonder if that hurt? Realizing that he'd wasted so much time?