How tired was tired enough? The better question was how tired could you get before you just broke. He didn't want to go mad, trapped forever in this shell. He just wanted rest. He stared at his hand for a moment before putting it down and fidgeting a little. A wince of pain put that to a stop quickly though. He didn't want to talk about things he couldn't have anymore.
"I never put much stock in lawyers. Never understood what exactly they did. Revenge is overrated." He knew that one from personal experience. He'd fought a war to learn it. Fucking Japs...