He definitely felt that handshake, but Hal resisted the urge to shake it out and pop his joints once they let go. Couldn't let his image go to hell that quickly, could he?

"You think the name says light, you should hear the oath." The oath laid it on thick enough that you either found it fantastically inspirational or you found it ridiculously over-the-top.

(Hal was more than a little biased in belonging to the former category, of course.)

"Pushing two decades, by now." He was never sure if putting a number, even a rough one, to it made it seem longer or shorter. The sheer number of things that had happened in all that time, the changes he'd seen in the world, the universe, the Corps...

Himself.