[ Yael couldn't be more different from Didier, really. But when Michel looks over at Yael, brow furrowed minutely, he can't help but wonder if a younger Yael had ever had idealistic visions of what it meant to be a soldier. A teenager's simple faith in the possibility of protecting the weak. ]

"Expectations"? For you to provide for yourself?

[ "Traumatized? Come from a bad family?" It wouldn't be the least surprising if Yael had been projecting right back at him the way Michel had for his own analysis. ]

And now you're on convalescent leave. I'm aware that it's not as simple as walking away, but...

[ But, Yael is really going to go right back to be injured again? Then again, Michel is in no position to chide someone else for wallowing in a self-destructive stasis. ]