text, un: blue, days after station return

[firstroar]

I'm sorry. For my part...in making matters worse.

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[shadysided]

Uuuum. After Braccia, I think.

When I showed up, that was all the buzz. Must've missed out.

Didn't sound like the worst mission ever, though.

[firstroar]

That was...many months ago, wasn't it.

You must have had...many more successful interactions...than failures.

[shadysided]

I don't know how much of that success came from anything I ever did.

But... yeah. I guess so.

Don't think I've failed a personal goal yet, though.

[firstroar]

Success varies with the tasks in scale...in size...in duration. I think...it will be alright to accept...that you've done well so far. Especially when things...could be so much worse.

[look if u don't drop a building on ur loved ones ur doing PROBABLY ok]

[shadysided]

Yeah. Maybe I could go easy on myself.

... How about you?

You feel like you've done well so far?

[firstroar]

[how Dare the turntables.

after a bit of time to think:] I've accomplished more...than I would've ever thought possible. Done things I didn't...even know to dream I could.

But as for...helping. Supporting the others... It's never enough, but...I've done the best I can do, I think. With what's left of me to do them. I do wish it were more. Better. But I can't say...I've regretted trying. Even though...doing so...did so much harm.

We can't know...what good we do until it's over, after all.

[shadysided]

I know it's cliché, but just doing the best you can tends to be enough for everyone else. Just not for yourself. I used to not care about reaching some expectation, but I guess this place really does make us want to do better.

Or something.

[firstroar]

It's worth remembering, yes.

I hope you can.