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Things at home go -- well, they go.
That's the important part, isn't it? Things never stop in the galaxy, always keep going no matter how much of a delay the New Republic puts on anything it gets near, and the paperwork and bureaucracy is almost reassuringly familiar after a month or so of Milliways.
There's always paperwork, after all.
And he tries for other things, he does; he tries -- but maybe he's too late, or maybe he doesn't try hard enough, or maybe--
Suddenly, Rogue Four is some Hapan kid in his early twenties.
Things go.