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[She nods definitively, the first thing she's seemed certain about today.] You're quite correct. No solution will avail itself if I am too bound up in my own conflict to see it.
What's done is done, and all I can do is... adapt. To use your word. And if I make a poor choice, I will have to trust in those who care for me that they will accept me even so.
[She turns to him with a smile. It's not as bright or as carefree as her usual ones, but its presence is a victory.] Thank you, Data.