normal speaking voice, trying to be comforting, motherly “Shhh. We’ll make up for it tomorrow okay? I love you, and I’ll need your help to get everything moved and loaded. For now, I need you to get your rest, so you can lift the crates and pull the cart. You can do that for me can’t you?”

Desperate “Jake. Is there anything we can do? I don’t know if the colony will survive without Slackvore. Everything we have. The Mathews, the Lindens, our friends and neighbours, everyone who has built a life on Adroa will lose it all. And we don’t have anywhere else to go either. Please, is there anything, anything?” Very desperate “Jake please!”

Breaking down, crying “I’m just a girl, Jake. I’m not a superhero or some character in a fairy tale. No matter what I do it's never enough. No matter how fierce Alayna is or how supportive Jonathan is or how hard I try, it didn’t matter in the end. If you hadn’t dropped out of the sky when you did we would all be dead by now. All you do is give and give and give, so much that I’m never going to be able to repay you. They already trust you, Jake! Jonathan takes shelter behind you and Alayna sits in your lap! And after everything, you still turn around and say I’m the special one. You’re wrong. You are so, so wrong, And I can’t stand the way you’re looking at me like I’m something special!”