[ asami's hands curl around the bowl she holds, nestled warm over her lap. she doesn't look up at him, even though she very easily could. she'd been wanting this talk for so long, but now that it's come... she kind of wants to curl up away from it. ]

It's fine, Mako. [ she sounds more resigned than anything. ] You can't help what you feel. I just wish I was--

[ enough, she'd been about to say, but that's dipping into issues she isn't sure she should be getting into. she hadn't been enough for her father, and she hadn't been enough for mako. now she's wondering if she'd be enough for future industries. but those are her problems - far too much to be dumping on mako, so she gives a rough shake of her head and backtracks from that line of conversation. ]

It's a little weird now, yeah, but we'll be okay. I know we will.