"Yeah," Amos shrugged. "It worked out. I suppose we've helped some folks too, and we wouldn't have been able to do that as well if we weren't all together." He understood that pretty well too. They were all parts of a machine. Without one of those parts, nothing would work. He knew how much could go sideways just by putting the wrong data card in the wrong slot. Everything broke down. As far back as he could remember - and that wasn't that far back - very specific people had to be in very specific places in order for things to work out the way that they did. For better or worst.
Amos snorted softly and shook his head. "Not at all." He didn't figure he needed to explain all the political intrigues and pithy details of the warring between Earth, Mars, and the Belt. It was the same history as always, just in a different place. Matt was smart. He had to be smart. He was a lawyer. He would know how things went. "The Belt has been occupied by both Mars and Earth since people started colonizing the asteroids. And, understandably, there's a lot of folks who don't want that. So this Belter pirate, he stuck rockets on smaller asteroids and hurled them at Earth. I can't say how many hit but a lot of people died. Lot of damage. Tsunamis. Widespread power grid failure. I was a couple hundred feet underground at the time and we had to crawl out. Took a couple weeks to find a shuttle and repair it well enough for..."
He paused, his face screwed up in thought and maybe a bit of confusion too. Not that he thought Matt could tell that his expression had changed. But he also wasn't really thinking about that anymore. "I don't actually know if we got to Luna. I was looking at the stars when I woke up here. I hope we did. But that's what you've got to look forward to. Crazy fucking pirates hurling rocks at the Earth because they want to be the only ones settling new planets. Planets they can't even live on. And I almost can't blame them."