Ronon misses what the Marines have: the camaraderie, the utter trust, the dirty jokes. . . . (A home and a purpose beyond “kill as many Wraith as possible”.) Sometimes watching them is like watching himself and his squad, before the end came, when they’d thought winning was still a possibility.
The difference, the one that matters, between his squad then and the Marines now, is that the Marines know they can beat the Wraith. “Though it might take a while,” Sergeant Goodman says, wry and beautiful and terrifying in his certainty.
Ronon knows they’ll lose, but he’ll gladly die fighting beside them.