[This hesitation is a lot longer. Because that's so much of it, even a decade later. Why it was so important. Why it couldn't wait till they were ashore and there were willing women. And if it wasn't important, what did that say about the man? What did that say about mankind? What did it say about Midshipman Kennedy, lying in ruins because of nothing important? How unimportant must he be?]

Dunno if it ever makes sense. Perhaps I'll tell you if I find out. But...the more times I said it, the more it became...part of the past, I suppose. Like a story I was telling, and you can't tell a story that hasn't already happened.