I don't think it's sad. [ Wedge downs his drink, the liquor nondescript and cheap, but likely to get someone drunk just the same.

You can date the recently unplugged from the veterans by the length of their hair. Her attitude makes more sense in light of this new context. ] I'm just not a good dancer. [ A pause, crouching to put the glass on the floor. ] It gave them hope. That's not useless. You and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the truce.

[ A smile. ] I'm Wedge.