8-268: Merchant Freighter Spanial – Control
His anger has subsided, Lia has a sense he appreciates her company and intervention but it pretty much at a total loss as to what to say; perhaps his realisation that he was angry at himself was quite a step for him?
She watches him for a second and then smiles. It’s a nice smile, she’s not making fun of him.
“Sometimes, we let ourselves down the most.”
She stands, touches him briefly on the shoulder again.
“That little voice inside you, the mouthy little prick who’s always telling you you’re not good enough? Sometimes you need to give it a good kick in the knads.”