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[He doesn't really believe that about what the others think, but can believe that about Derrica.]

Maybe not. [He then remembers Derrica's stance in the moment.] Does it weigh on you?

[tender]

Sometimes.

[ Not as much as it should, Derrica realizes. ]

But I believe in what we're doing, and in keeping our people safe if it comes down to it.

[muckspout]

But, what if we’re wrong? [hastily adds] I don’t think we are. But, I was wrong once. Very.

[Edgard lets out a long sigh.] I just wish I found it easier to believe in things without worrying about it.

[tender]

It's good to worry. But you have to decide at some point whether or not you are devoted to this thing and prepared to live with it if you've chosen wrongly.

[ And it's still not a bad thing to worry, besides. Derrica does plenty of that. ]

I believe in what we've been trying to do. I don't think I'm wrong, but I think I'll be able to live with it if I am, or if we fail.

[muckspout]

[A long silence as Edgard takes in what Derrica is saying.]

I admire that. [He does. He's never trusted a blind devotion, (he's seen too much to ever be that way again) but he has never considered a devotion with your eyes open that Derrica is describing. Edgard still isn't sure thats a place he can reach, but he is grateful to Derrica's perspective. Perhaps, there is more to be learned here, after all.]

Thank you. For listening and [stutters a little] taking my concerns seriously. Not many do.

[tender]

You don't need to thank me. But you are welcome.

[ It's such a small thing, just a minor conversation in the wake of a mission that hadn't gone as well as it could. ]

Try to get some rest, alright?

[muckspout]

I will. If there is one thing I excel at, it is sleeping.

[a small pause.]

You get some rest, too.