Of course Blitz would show up. He... cared. Even though he was so obviously hurting, himself. He didn't comment on the likelihood of Stolas remembering, didn't trust himself to do so without ruining everything.

Still... Octavia's comment stung. Were they just waiting for all this to end? Was all this just... borrowed time?

Fire from the gods, or my future from the world. He frowned, remaining quiet for a moment longer while he listened, before cutting in.

"I've been... thinking. A lot about that, actually. Hey, Blitz. You..." No, too tired to fake it. "You look like shit. We have tea, and bad takeout."