Commencing facepalm in 3, 2, 1. [Canon is Pacific Rim]

[gipsypilot]

You sure do have a type when it comes to the characters you decide to pick up, don't you? Is five lines of dialogue or less a requirement with you or something? I mean, you could have at least waited until you got your hands on the comic before shoving me into a journal. Patience is a virtue sometimes. And yes, I know that I am starting to sound like Pentecost, but you seem to inspire that kind of thing.

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[oldmanstriker]

Exactly. I've always said you've gotta have a special kinda mind to get into those buckets of bolts.

[gipsypilot]

Yup. And once you get in one you never fully leave. [Another faint smile followed by a sigh.] I miss my girl. Gipsy was good to me. I let her and Raleigh down.

[oldmanstriker]

Oi. [Hey, hey. That's a stern voice, there.] None of that talk, ranger. No-one who gets behind the controls of a Jaeger lets anyone down with what they do in it.

[Pot calling kettle, though Herc mainly thinks he let Chuck down outside of a Jaeger.]

[gipsypilot]

[Yancy blinks and visibly draws his attention back to the here and now.] Sorry. It's just...hard not to feel guilty over what happened.

[oldmanstriker]

You think Raleigh doesn't feel guilty? There's a reason you two are drift compatible. It's alright to feel guilty... [It was a stupid thing to do.] ...But you didn't let anyone down.

[gipsypilot]

[There is a small wince at that.] I don't think anyone who fought in the war made it out without guilt over one thing or another.

[oldmanstriker]

No... I don't think there is.