"I think this is the first time you've came to see me at my own apartment. I'm sorry about smell, and not having a shirt on." Ace never took his eyes off the ocean in front of him. He was all but mesmerized by it. "I've been just about all over the world while working out in the field doing one thing or another, and I think.... This might be one of my favorite places to be. Amazing isn't it...? So what brings you around here? More reports of me being unstable or whatever it was last time?" His voice was plain, like asking about the weather. None of this was new for him. It wasn't that uncommon for the higher ups to seek him out and check on him. He didn't know if it was the sympathy of having lost someone at a young age or if it was because of the type soldier he was. Hell, maybe they just liked him. Either way it didn't matter right now, right now he had Commander Sendo with him. The famed Scourage of The East, one of very few people he thought was his friend. He had a great deal of respect for the man. As he hoped Sendo had for him. He was grateful for each visit if the truth were told. Though he would never admit it. Maybe that was his own foolish pride, maybe it was the shame that he needed the help. He was once a renowned solider now relearning his craft and he dearly missed his field work. At the same time it was a fifty fifty chance that his work got his wife killed. Though he had no real reason to think that, but he didn't have any real proof that he wasn't in someway the cause. He tried not dwell on the what ifs of the matter and only deal in the facts. Facts where his one saving grace right now.