As both a warrior for ages untold and one here now too, who's been through some sick shit and watched cared for ones go through it as well, I can tell they are trying to break our spirit and our morale. That's what the coma dreams were about, the kidnappings, the intake sabotage, and that's what that arena is about.
I was once broken and my little pieces backflipped into a deep dark hole out of which I climbed literal ages later, with a little help from my friends. Now I am the spiteful, contrary sort of shit that won't go back down there unless I damn well want to and I don't want to. They can't break me, I've
been broken. It's the good thing about a really strong, deep sort of pain is it renders you sort of invincible after a fashion.
I know I'll probably piss some of you off even saying this shit, I can't tell you how to deal with your own trauma. I'm not trying to. But I can tell you in a way I get it, and I can ask you not to let them win. Do it for the greater good, yourself, your loved ones, out of spite even. Hold onto each other, cute animals, vices, whatever you have to. But don't let them break you.