[It was such a intensely familiar sentiment that it almost made Ratchet nostalgic. But more bittersweet. Like being seventeen and wanting it, and twenty two and just wanting to get away from it. The fun and adventure that melts away into just...loss and tiredness that doesn't shake itself from your body or mind no matter how long you think you've rested.

And even that felt like such a long, long time ago.]

You know, I actually know exactly what you mean. [He sighs.] I went more the small business route...but farming actually sounds pretty nice.

Do you ever miss the other stuff? "Kicking alien butt"?