Probably a good way to go, since gentle is what it's associated with her, and it fucking needs gentle right now. She might not even now what it's talking about, but her promise works. With a hard exhale, the Soldier's gaze finally drops, shoulders unclenching all at once, head falling into its hands. The shaking starts to even back out again into regular shivers. "Sorry. Sorry, Misty. Memory malfunction. Bad one. Though I was gonna get wiped. Felt it."