Sentry seemed to have that effect on people, coaxing out inner fires even when they had long grown cold. In Wrex, however, Sentry knew there was no quenching that fire. It was inspiring, in its own way, spurring the Commander to do more than he thought possible. It was either that or his old friends taunting.
“Already?” Sentry chuckled and shook his head. “We’ve still got a war to win, y’know.” He shrugged, “Give it time, Wrex, I’m sure you’ll get more space.”
Wrex choked back a hearty laugh, only letting his wide smile take it’s place, his People were now the utmost importance, now that Urdnot Bakara carried his first living child in centuries. Both of the hearts that beat within his rib cage felt heavy, the dread and terror of their possible deaths stopped the thumping, his own mouth felt dry, and his throat tight.
He forced another smile, the previous one attempting to vanish, “Won’t be long till we’re running out of space, guess I’m just trying to be first in line, heh.”