[hr][hr] [center][h2] Goodnight [/h2] [h3] The [color=violet]Chapel[/color] with Dr. Cassar[/h3][/center] [hr][hr] Dr. Cassar leaned forwards, resting his weight on his knees through his elbows, and gave his beard a pensive scratch as Angie spoke. As she grew closer to the conclusion, he nodded to himself, and gave a little look around the room as she finished. After a moment, he held his hands out, palms up - as though he was physically holding out his reply. "I really want to say this - there's nothing wrong with not being able to remember it. You know, when something bad happens to us there is a long list of things that our minds do to help us cope - sometimes, we forget the details, or the entire event, sometimes we analyse it and try to find the reasons behind everything, sometimes we just accept it, or even try to normalise it when it keeps happening to us. That doesn't say anything bad about you when you do it, because in the very same way that we all come from different worlds and had different normal lives before this, we all have different ways of dealing with the stress." He paused for a moment, letting the words disperse into the group, before continuing. "The important thing is that we don't let the way we cope become harmful too - to us, or to the people we care about. There's no shame at all in needing people to talk to, there's also nothing wrong with not wanting to talk about it if you don't think it will help, and God knows there's nothing to criticise in just wanting to forget a bad thing and move on." Another moment of pause, broken up by birdsong and the wind, as a breeze rose in crescendo through the bare branches of the woods outside. "I think you're all really capable for having made it this far, you know. I really do think you've done well, all of you." He sat back in the chair, regarding the group with deep thought and consideration as he took a biscuit from the tin and bit into it, chewing it over like it was something difficult he didn't know how to say. "Which leads me on," he swallowed, "to what I really want to ask about. You guys did really well retrieving the medical supplies, but the fact that we also received a casualty from the mission makes me think that, ah, maybe some things didn't go so well." He gestured with the remaining half of his biscuit towards the military woman with the habitual frown, closely cropped hair, and ochre skin. "Audrey here has briefed me on the technical details, but I wanted to ask you how things went in person. What happened?" [hr][hr]