[Newton hesitates in his response, scooping up the stickers rather absently in his currently uncoordinated hands. He's not sure exactly how to respond, because... well, the nice thing about new blood is they don't know what happened, all those missions ago. At the same time... he's been told it's cathartic to talk about it by more than one person. Shame warring with guilt warring with cathartic admissions.

He fumbles around, peeling off the back of a sticker and putting it on Joric's shirt crookedly.]

Aaaah, yeah. For sure.

I learned that if I didn't undo my regret, I could wind up possessed by an alien hivemind for a better part of a decade and used to restart an extraterrestrial war on my planet.