For a brief moment, Evelyn's own feeling of helplessness and frustration intensified, unknowingly channeling a fraction of Del's own emotions. She didn't even notice, so closely did they resemble her own. She ordered another drink - whiskey, this time, even though she'd always detested dark liquor. Perhaps an extra dose of liquid courage would help keep her from turning back now, when she felt like she was standing at the edge of something. Something that held promise and threat in equal measure. "I don't think the Force knows anything - if it's just an energy field, that's just . . ." Ridiculous, was what she wanted to say, but stopped; she wasn't trying to get into a religious discussion here, or push Del away. Not at the moment, at least. "But I don't want to feel this way any more. I can't . . . it's not sustainable." Surge operations were short-term military efforts that pulled deeply on resources to run high-tempo operations; they could help turn the tide of battle - but they had a cost. From a logistical and human perspective - they simply weren't sustainable. The resource debt, the exhaustion of man and wear and tear on machines, all had to be paid eventually, one way or another. Essentially, Evelyn had been operating under surge operations - tapping the last of her will and control to last this long, to avoid staring in the face the realization that she had no idea where to go from here. Nowhere to go." "According to you, the Jedi can't help me. So what the hell am I supposed to do?"