[ There was sense in what Felix was saying. Practicality. Finn's shoulder slump a little deeper all the same thought, balancing a cheek against his one arm with frustrated raspberry between his lips. ]

I guess I get that. Being scared. But why can't they just say that, if that's how they feel? Instead we're just taking each other apart. [ He scrubs at his face with his nub, frustrated. This was awfully rich coming from a strong contender for the world's most repressed teenager. ] It makes me feel like I'm swimming in glue or something.

[ Just, a profound tiredness. ]

I know I'm supposed to be all mission-mission-mission. [ He says, tensely anticipating what he assumes Felix will say next. ] But how am I supposed to look these people in the eye and just let the rest of it slide? I don't think I can, man.

... How'd you learn to do that? Did somebody teach you or something?