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Who: Windrose crew and friends!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: All Windrose, all the time
When: In the general August area

[We may be sad to leave the beautiful planet behind, but we still have each other!]

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I do consider you my friend, Wrath. But I truly do not wish to speak of it any further. If that's a reflection on anyone it is on me, and not your suitability for the task.

Nah. I'm shit at this stuff. [She's not offended. And she really does believe she's terrible at it. This is certainly proof, since she hasn't managed to talk any sense into her captain.] Guess it's not really my business if it's not making you less effective anyway.

[He visibly relaxes when she says she won't push him. While he recognizes he still has plenty of issues to work through, it would be best if he could actually talk to a professional about it.]

As I said, I don't believe it should affect my performance here. The incident involved an ability I don't use on the ship at all, as it could possibly cause a hull breach.

That's not the part I'd be concerned about.

[He winces a little.]

And what would that be, then?

When people fuck up in combat, they start second-guessing themselves. They hesitate. I've been through it too, and it only makes it worse.

[Ah, yes. That.

He hesitates long enough that it's telling.]

That's not likely to fade any time soon, I'm afraid. I've no issue with my defensive abilities, however, and that should suffice for the time being.

[Yuuuup.]

You're probably right. I just don't take that stuff for granted.

[Hello paranoia, my old friend. Few people realize how deeply paranoid she is, probably because she smiles all the time. She stands.]

I hope you do talk to someone who doesn't have a hovercycle in this race, and listen hard to what they say back to you.

[That's good advice, and he nods.]

Perhaps that's it. I feel as though there are no unbiased spectators that I'd burden with the story here.

[And it's too raw within him to feel comfortable with just yet.]

Thank you.

[She starts turning away, then pauses.] On thing. It's important.

When you tell a friend something, it's not a burden. It's a gift of trust. Remember that.

[Maybe he really doesn't have any friends, then, because he can't imagine that it would be anything but a burden.

And now Wrath thinks he doesn't trust her. Nice job, Vision.]

As you say.

[She snorts.]

Which is captain talk for "I am too busy wallowing in hurfdurf to believe you, but I'll superficially agree so you'll stop bugging me."

[~~She's not wrong.~~]

If you're truly that desperate to know the many ways in which I have failed, by all means, go ask the other Avengers.

Wrong. I don't give a shit about them. I just don't like watching my captain beat himself up.

[She's right - the ship deserves better than to have him in charge. He scrubs at one of his temples, reconsidering for a long moment his resolution not to abdicate.]

We must be held responsible for our actions by someone.

If we're going down that road, there's a lot of us ahead of you in line.

[His expression returns to a careful neutral and he shrugs noncommittally.]

Nevertheless, it is how I feel.

The thing you don't seem to get is that you're like the rest of us, sir. And that's okay.

I'll be on the bridge.

[No, it's not okay.

But he doesn't want to argue with her any more and screw it up worse, so he simply nods as she leaves.]

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