"I'm not gonna sit here and try to force you, or anything. I get it. The doubt. The time that's passed. But whose to say you can't just... take five minutes, and run that track for old times? I know how damn good of a flyer you are." I encourage, giving her a reassuring smile. I meant it, too; I wouldn't try to force her. If she wanted to go, we'd go. But it's not like opportunities like these, for things that have passed, rear their head very often.