[Week 2, Saturday: Lenka]

[fallbymyhands]

[she waits until the campfire party is over (one she was mysteriously absent from, if only because she needed a walk to clear her head), to find Lenka. the only comfort she could have offered after Talcott's execution was quiet company. she isn't sure she can do much better now, but. . . well]

[she'll try]

Utsugi.

[wherever he is, she's approaching]

. . . how are you feeling?

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[soylentprotag]

[Her surprise makes him pause for a moment in turn. He'd felt like it was... almost obvious? At least some of it. It takes him a moment to start again, voice not quite as steady as before.]

Because it's hard to trust my judgment.

[It's impossible to draw a distinction between him not trusting his judgment or anyone else, so he just casts a wide net and drags the whole thing into it. This week, last week... this is a place where most of his skills feel like they hinder more than help, and where he's stumbled more than he's stepped forward to lead.

He'd still been new to it, back at home. He knows he'd gotten ahead of himself -- but back then, he hadn't been able to help it. Maybe he can help it now.]

[fallbymyhands]

[another pause while she considers this]

You are the one who doesn't trust your judgment, correct? Because of the mistakes you have made in weeks past.

[soylentprotag]

... I don't think anyone would.

[To him, that's just the objective assessment: in common parlance, he fucked way up. In less common terms, he... doesn't feel like he's gotten anywhere, since he got here. Since things started going wrong, which was immediately. It's like... back before his God Eater days. When there was nothing he could do, about anything.]