Dyllan frowned disapprovingly. “Cedric…”

“Yeah, yeah. I know…” Cedric did some quick stretches and got ready to head out and hunt down Andie’s Nightmare. “In all seriousness, this actually makes sense. A strong mental fortitude would keep you stable during a single, major traumatic event, but is weak to the steady erosion of constant pressure and stress. An endless emotional stamina could handle long periods of stress and pressure, but a sudden, severe shock to the system could destabilize you and take away your footing. Andie, however, has both in spades. Neither a sudden crisis, nor an endless tide could take her down.” His foot tapped with a frustrated rhythm. “So, of course. Obviously! It would have to be something stupid to take her down. Something that could slip through the cracks, deep into her system. Something she wouldn’t realize was a problem, even when she was breaking down from it. Something she could tell me about to my face, and I still wouldn’t realize it was genuinely distressing her!”

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“…you alright, Cedric?”

“I’m fine. Just frustrated with…” Cedric steadied his breathing, but the tapping of his foot didn’t stop - it only slowed. “…I don’t know what, actually. Whatever. I’ll sort through it later. I’m not the one with a rampaging Nightma-” He paused. “Dream. A rampaging Dream. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty, isn’t it?”

“…okay…” Dyllan wasn’t really convinced that Cedric was as “fine” as he claimed, but decided to let it go. Cedric clearly didn’t want to talk about it right now. “So, are you going to tell me what exactly it was you figured out about Andie, or -” Cedric vanished in a flash of icy purple flames. “…someday, someone on this team’s gonna execute a plan after discussing it with everyone else.” He grumbled in annoyance, and shuffled around trying to sit down and get comfortable on the drone he was riding. “Apparently, however, not today.”