Of course I am. [But it lacks arrogance and ego, rather instead being simple and matter-of-fact.

Cam looks from Lucemon to Shepard, and he feels his eyes pricking again, but not from overwhelming despair, as it's usually been, but something else. It's not happiness, no. But maybe it's relief.

He looks down at Hoot, in his cupped hands.]]

...I wanna find a way back home. If it'll...let me. I wanna... do it right. Or, at least...try.

[And back up, blinking again.] I should...make sure everyone knows I'm not having a mental breakdown. ...anymore.