He wasn't quite expecting that to hurt as much as it did. But hearing his grandfather call him a crippled mutant elicits a flinch he can't quite hide. Old wounds, deep scars. He'll never truly be at peace with that.

"Thirty," he says, answering the easier of the two questions. Which leaves him also doing some mental arithmetic - how long has the planet been open? He might be sunk. "I've been in and out since I was seventeen. The Oserans."

An outfit that surely does not exist yet, but does Piotr know that?