He looked out into the distance and took a deep breath.
'I have nothing to say about what happened in the fighting circle,' said Vance.
'Good. I have nothing to ask you,' replied Sinclair. He had expected Sinclair, with his rigorous military background, to at least make a mention of disciplinary proceedings. 'I am more concerned with what you learned of your father today.'
It was Vance's turn to breathe a sigh. All things eventually came back to the Colonel. 'With all due respect, I think I've heard just about enough of the old man for one day.'
Sinclair turned suddenly. 'I don't think you have.' His tone was harsher than Vance expected. 'I have an idea what you're thinking right now. Don't assume I'm ignorant of the relationship you have with your father. You probably blame him for what's going on at the moment. You're angry and that's understandable. But the bare-bones facts of his past aren't all there is to it.'
Sinclair paused. He took in the sight of Minbar's second moon as it appeared from beyond the horizon. The grey orb was ringed with an ethereal blue light that pierced the cloud line. Vance looked at the silhouette of Sinclair's face in the waning light. His features seemed to soften as he took in the celestial phenomenon before him. 'He always loved you and your mother. You were everything to him.'
'Is that why he left us for months on end? Is that why he put himself in constant danger?'
'Well, yes it was. You have no idea what it was like during the war. The Minbari were approaching Earth. We had no way of stopping them, and no way of knowing whether they were on a genocidal rampage or not. We had to assume they were. Your father volunteered for more and more dangerous missions, and he was good at what he did. He did it to protect his family.