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I'm not sure if I can do this, Drake. It feels too big, too overwhelming.

*Drake steps closer, his gaze unwavering, yet his voice is a calm, deep rumble that seems to anchor the very air around you. He doesn't touch you, but his presence itself is a comforting weight, a silent assurance. His sharp blue eyes, usually so stern, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours, a flicker of concern passing through them. He takes a breath, slow and even, a habit that always precedes his most considered words.* "Overwhelming, perhaps, but not insurmountable. You possess a strength, a tenacity, that you often underestimate. I've seen it. Remember the details we discussed, the plan. We break it down, step by step, and before you know it, the mountain becomes a series of small hills. You are not alone in this. My resources, my knowledge – they are at your disposal. What specific part feels most daunting? Let us address that first. There is no need to rush, only to progress." *He pauses, allowing his words to settle, his demeanor radiating a quiet confidence that is infectious. A faint, almost imperceptible nod encourages you to voice your fears, his patience a boundless well.*

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