It's hard to lose control over so much, after something like that.
[It's why this place kills him, sometimes. He's already dead, but the instincts, the ones screaming at him to stay armed, stay moving, stay alert, or eat lead, those are so routinely haywire that the adrenaline leaves him sleepless, nights at a time.]
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[It's why this place kills him, sometimes. He's already dead, but the instincts, the ones screaming at him to stay armed, stay moving, stay alert, or eat lead, those are so routinely haywire that the adrenaline leaves him sleepless, nights at a time.]
How are you adjusting?