[Falcon pulls his hand to his side of the table, fixing her with a look that says he kind of doubts that. He'd been willing to play nice with the instructors, feign respect to get ahead, but he finds the unceremonious months-long disappearance of Warriorhead and Armada nothing short of incompetent.
Those who don't know any better, however, will continue to shower them with undeserved deference, simply because the instructors have been at this so long that they know exactly what to say to make people think they care, to get the results they want. And most of the recruits will eat it up, partially because they believe it, but mostly because there's no other choice.
Maybe, as of the previous day's happenings, something will snap. All the recruits under the impression that any of the instructors cared about any of them at all has been shattered, and rightfully so, but given the amount of naïveté on this crew, Falcon anticipates more confusion and sadness than an altogether more productive emotion, like anger. He wishes he could say he's surprised, but he holds no such illusions.
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Those who don't know any better, however, will continue to shower them with undeserved deference, simply because the instructors have been at this so long that they know exactly what to say to make people think they care, to get the results they want. And most of the recruits will eat it up, partially because they believe it, but mostly because there's no other choice.
Maybe, as of the previous day's happenings, something will snap. All the recruits under the impression that any of the instructors cared about any of them at all has been shattered, and rightfully so, but given the amount of naïveté on this crew, Falcon anticipates more confusion and sadness than an altogether more productive emotion, like anger. He wishes he could say he's surprised, but he holds no such illusions.
He looks at his cards.]
You don't really think that.