[He shifts against the ground, awkwardly, as if trying to mimic a comfortable position that he doesn’t quite know how to achieve. Fingers press into dirt as a palm goes back to steady himself.]

I—

[Hard to answer that. Hard to explain what he experiences when it’s like pulling teeth trying to get himself to speak the words. To give himself that small mote of allowance.]

I can comprehend losses, Lieutenant. That’s basic programming; the very reason why I can perceive successes versus failures.