I don't know. Maybe. In the moment at least I could... think, I could function.

[ After that one brief breakdown in the hallway. That one brief moment after she had a chance to stop and think and take Vickers' dog tags when she hadn't been able to think about taking the others. ]

Here I'm just waiting for the worst to happen. Jumping at shadows. Dreaming. [ She stops herself. Watches Marco in turn without speaking. ] It feels impossible to talk about it here. Everyone is so....

[ She can't figure out how to put it. She felt it at Corbulo sometimes, too. As though half her fellow students walked through their lives blind to reality. Her upper lip twitches like she's caught the smell of something foul. ] They're too interested in festivals and parties and keeping things nice.

[ She can't help thinking of the fireworks and the first time she met John. Chyler straightens enough to rest her back against the wall again. ]

How long have you been fighting?