Sara couldn't help it. She glanced over to the side at the psychoanalysts. One of them scribbled something down on a pad, making Sara's stomach tighten nervously. "Kind of," she admitted. "But if we can't handle talking about anything in front of these guys, how are we going to handle the Drift? Besides, I wanted to say something while I knew you weren't going to be able to run away from me again." This seemed like as good a place as any for that.

She perked up when he said he wanted her to do well, a new light finding its way into her eyes. "Really?" she asked. She bobbed her head up and down eagerly. "You're right. We can do this. I know we can." She reached out to take both of his hands in hers. "Together, we can do anything."

She took a deep breath. Setsuna had said they could make up their own questions, right? Sara's mouth quirked into a smile. "How do you handle unexpected situations?" she asked.