He breathed out slowly at the question putting in a course in the perimeter of the City and leaning back. No one had ever point blank asked him that. Maybe no one had the desire to know or the intuition to see beyond his face and snark.
After more than a few seconds he turned to Leto and considered the young face beside him. He slapped his knees.
"Everything," he finally said. "You probably want more than that. I lost my wife. She's here. With someone else. And I lost my passion. Flying up there beyond this. Lost my favorite shirt, too. But that's a little lower on the traumatic scale. I really liked the fit, though."
He nodded, then. "But! I gained terrifying nightmares of my death, a five year old child, and I'm pretty sure I have seasonal allergies now. Which is unfortunate as I don't think this place has seasons."