I don't think so. [ But it looks like his. Smells like his. He feels like he could just dissolve into the mess any second now.
He shakes his head, gathering his wits about him again. ] No, that's impossible, you're right.
[ He stands up, bracing himself against the bloody wall. ]
I'm not hurt. This place just brought up some bad memories, is all.
[ He doesn't expect Trench to treat him gentler than it does anyone else just because of his PTSD. Life isn't fair like that. But damn if it didn't make some things difficult. ]
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He shakes his head, gathering his wits about him again. ] No, that's impossible, you're right.
[ He stands up, bracing himself against the bloody wall. ]
I'm not hurt. This place just brought up some bad memories, is all.
[ He doesn't expect Trench to treat him gentler than it does anyone else just because of his PTSD. Life isn't fair like that. But damn if it didn't make some things difficult. ]