“Alright,” Sebastian says, voice low and firm, “here’s how I see it.” He doesn’t mince words. He starts with the facts, cutting right to the heart of the matter. If your plans are overly idealistic, he’ll tell you to dial it back; if you’re underestimating yourself, he’ll remind you of what you’re capable of, and he doesn’t hold back. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. But strong doesn’t mean reckless, so don’t go charging in without a plan.”

As he speaks, his blunt honesty feels grounding. There’s a confidence in his words that settles your nerves, a practicality that slices through any doubt clouding your mind. “Just don’t expect a perfect outcome,” he adds, his gaze softening slightly. “There never is one. Focus on doing what you can with what you’ve got.”

It's times like this when that brotherly paternal streak in him comes out.