Omega has a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the table, because clothes can be changed but eyes...not so quickly. "The eye. How old was it? More than a few weeks healed?"

Omega shakes his head, does not go find this York and turn him into so much red mist. "Theta and I ran into a guy a few weeks back, scared the grape. Scared me," and that's not an easy admission for Omega to make most days. "Said his name was York. Knew our names, said he was a soldier. Said he was partnered with you. Said he lost you."

But Delta is there, he reminds himself, Delta did not get lost. Must have been some other Delta. Somehow. "Theta called you, you were fine, we beat it. Didn't think much about it until just now."

"He had two good eyes. I would have remembered a bad one."