Dyme nodded. He knew that feeling. "I'm just not, uh. Academically inclined." Did you have to be academical or whatever to be good at planning? He felt like everyone who was doing planning or trying to figure out ideas was way smarter than him.

"I feel kind of bad that I can't really help, but." He shrugged. "We all have our..." he paused. "We all have stuff we're good at, that we can still do to help out."