[He's... what does he say? What can he say? Anything that comes to mind is too little. Or too cliche or too... something. How does he thank a stranger for a reassurance he really never thought would ever come? It's like suddenly being offered the key to destroying the Galra forever.]
[Impossible. Unreal.]
[He doesn't really know how long he stands there, rigid, and trying everything not to completely give in to how much his emotions want to run wild and rip through him. The last time that happened, they lose valuable information. And it was all his fault.]
[A lot of things are his fault, aren't they?]
I... can't do that. [Even as he's focusing his best on breathing and stopping himself from crying here.] I can't -- let her hurt.
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[Impossible. Unreal.]
[He doesn't really know how long he stands there, rigid, and trying everything not to completely give in to how much his emotions want to run wild and rip through him. The last time that happened, they lose valuable information. And it was all his fault.]
[A lot of things are his fault, aren't they?]
I... can't do that. [Even as he's focusing his best on breathing and stopping himself from crying here.] I can't -- let her hurt.