Silence stretches out for a few long moments. What could be said? Tarn fidgets as Sixshot begins having something of an existential breakdown. This was awkward. He isn’t clear headed enough to deal with this level of vulnerability from the Phase Sixer.

But he was there for Tarn after he had his badge stripped. He feels a if it is his responsibility to at least attempt to help his friend.

Friend. That is, if Sixshot still wants anything to do with him.

“It’s not meaningless. I find that trusting yourself is always a good place to start. You have a good head on your shoulders, and clearly things are complicated, but I think that in the end you will be alright. Your own conviction will help you through it. ”

Tarn gingerly settles himself on a pile of rubble across from the six changer

“If you find that you can no longer trust me, I will willingly back away. If you are willing to give me a second chance, then I am willing to do the same for you. There aren’t enough of us here that making enemies of each other is worthwhile. You’re the one who told me that, considering my limitations, I need to function differently. I’m going to try to take that advice."