( He shakes his head slowly; other people... )

I don't know.

( It's an uncertain murmur, and he settles back finally — eyes still on the message, but he's not really seeing it anymore. )

You're not the only one that's gotten some... less than favorable feedback over it that I've seen. I don't... know if...

( No real need to finish the sentence, Lance knows what he's getting at.

Chancing it on a maybe and having the entirety of the Displaced cut off for that? Yeah, no, he sure as fuck won't be the one driving this project. )

Fuck, dude, I'm sorry. I know you're really passionate about this.