Lee paused, letting out a breath and holding his hand over the water, where he could see his tattoo. Dragon tattoo. He recalled the specific reason he got it, why it wasn't something else, anything else. He laughed aloud, dipping his hand back in the water and looking toward Dustin. "I suppose you're right." He said. "Or maybe we're just remembering everything a little brighter... Or the smog from the war's just... gotten in the way of everything. Or... Or it's cynicism." He'd always thought that might be the cause, his view of the world dimming and hatred darkening once-sweet memories. He shook his head and stared at the dragon on his skin. "You know... why I got a dragon, specifically?" He knew Dustin wouldn't remember, but it was nice to recall, and talk about it aloud.