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[pain_train]

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!]

Comments

[unbearablynaive]

[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.

[pain_train]

[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.

[unbearablynaive]

[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.

[pain_train]

[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.

[unbearablynaive]

[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.

[pain_train]

[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."

[unbearablynaive]

[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.

[pain_train]

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

[unbearablynaive]

[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.

[pain_train]

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

[unbearablynaive]

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

Nevertheless, it is how I feel.

[pain_train]

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.

[unbearablynaive]

[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.]