[ The sharpness is enough, at least, to cut through Flynn's excitement, to deflate him a little—which is good, of course. He's a determined student but perhaps an overzealous one, eager to please and more eager still to help.

He sinks back down in his chair with a slightly-sheepish smile, nodding his head. ]

Of course. Forgive me, I find myself at odds when I'm so powerless to help, after...

[ After making it his entire mission in life. After being elevated to heights he never dreamed of, after being tasked with fixing the world from something they didn't know had to be broken. Flynn is used to stress and urgency and pressure, and has forgotten how to slow down. He makes himself take in a breath, his fingers flexing on his own knees, and looks back up. ]

I will learn in whatever order you deem best, sir. I swear.