[Don kneels down, sliding through Robert's grip, but letting his partner hold him. The commandant said the draft would only last four days, but it's sure to be a very lonely four days.]
It was my turn. I'll be fine.
[He hesitates, then asks:] Would... would you feel better if you saw what I can do?
[He's honestly not sure how Robert will answer. He doesn't know if the Terran is ready yet to see that, let alone to take reassurance in it.]
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It was my turn. I'll be fine.
[He hesitates, then asks:] Would... would you feel better if you saw what I can do?
[He's honestly not sure how Robert will answer. He doesn't know if the Terran is ready yet to see that, let alone to take reassurance in it.]