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[captaincocksure]

[Jim moves up to the podium like a man who wears authority well: confident strides, straight back, a clear mission. For a moment it might seem the piazza is in for some rousing speech or recruiting presentation.

But when he turns to face the assembled, there's a seriousness to his expression. A slight drooping of those squared shoulders, as if burdened.]

How do you move on from loss?

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[polyglot]

Time.

( sorry for your loss, bro. no, really. she's sorry. sorry enough to actually speak gently to him, for once. )

[captaincocksure]

[He's grateful for that; that earns her a brief smile. Not one of his standard I'm Starfleet's infallible poster boy look at me smiles, but a genuine one, warm, if fleeting.]

I know. They always say time heals all wounds, right? I just... wonder how much time that's gonna take.