Thetis was quite easily the only person that could give him such an evaluation and he have nothing to say in return. He listened, knowing of the trials he'd been pushed through, some through his own perseverance and some out of an overshadowed fate---nothing came easily or without a price.
For a moment he thought of Chiron, and the times the centaur had tried to quell his intense and flammable temper. As Thetis spoke, there were ways, it was just a matter of catching up to this modern world that he was still so vaguely a part of.
"Perhaps," he said simply, and in a soft voice. "It is difficult to pretend that I have suffered through one war when there are many." His therapist had even spoken that Adrianus was one of the worst cases of wartime PTSD that he had come across in a long time, and quite frankly he was stunned in how to go about it.