I intend to. [And that, at least, is truth. Whether or not it's a fool's errand remains to be seen.]

You expect us to fight this war, armed with practically zero information? To find camaraderie in the forced company of strangers?

[He nearly scoffs, but that would be indicative of dismissal. Bruce takes this far more seriously, and therefore the gesture is replaced by a clear irritation in his features, a deep frown that's almost a scowl.]

I'll have to do better, if there's any chance of success.

[Good luck, indeed.]