Louis became my brother when we became Cowboys. He was my brother when we started that bar fight on Pacifica. He was my brother when we shot our way out of Procyon. He was my brother when he died at Epsilon Reticuli. He’ll be my brother until the day I die, and I’ll be his until the same. I know there’s stories about him doing bad. And I know there’s stories about me stopping him. Well, they’re stories, and I’m not going to repeat them. He’s my brother and I won’t speak ill of him outside the family.