He considers this a moment. Thinks about feeling himself moving smaller limbs to show someone how to throw a punch. Thinks about the feeling of satisfaction of it. Thinks about knowing someone might stay alive because of him, instead of dying because of him.

And he nods. "Okay. After dark. There will be enough light on the deck." But it won't feel quite as exposed, anyway, he thinks, if he can't see the open air across the ocean for miles and miles.