Take a breath. Easier said than done because who knew what he'd inhale if he inhaled too deeply. Not that it'd kill him or anything but the thought alone was threatening to cause a clot in his brain or a rash somewhere unspeakable or spontaneous - impossible - tumour growth on his insides... and outsides.
"They are building a new training room," Jamie managed to say to Julius while he stared at pink paint on grey rock. Neon pink. Trust-building exercise. If he just shouted out that he didn't trust anyone and that it was fine because he wasn't supposed to trust anyone-
"Either way is fine by me." He just wanted this to be over. Fast. Maybe he should just shoot everyone right now...