"..."

Why.

Why must I be here? We must this still be ongoing? I have accepted working alongside the Edreni men. In fact, I can admit that they have thus far performed admirably. There is no point in denying their accomplishments.

But being here is only serving as a strain on my composure. I cannot help but feel a growing sense of frustration the more I hear these people speak.

Can we not just be done with this, finish our food, and go to bed? It's not as if I can complain about receiving some form of reward, but I can certainly complain about the ongoing conversation.

I just want to leave.