Minds have a way of runnin' away from ye, it's true. My suggestion is not te dwell, if ye can help it. If ye dwell too hard, ye worry yerself te threads before ye can do anythin' about anythin'. Jes put it all aside 'til yer in a better place te ponder.

[ Castor leans back against the couch to study Futaba's face a little more. She might not have the Echo here, but she can see the conflict on the girl's face plain as day. ]

What's yer gut tellin' ye? Not yer head, mind. Yer gut.