"Actually it's a step up on the scale instead of down felony wise," he answered automatically as his brain tapped into his legal knowledge. He shook his head sharply, closing his eyes. It was irrelevant at the moment, seeing as how turning her in wasn't on the To Do list. There hadn't been much beyond 'run' truth be told.
He shrugged, rolling his eyes. "It's not the perfect comparision. I usually take a more straightforward method but it made sense. My point is, it's up to you to recognize and work it out. You don't have to do it alone but no one is going to know unless you tell them you need help."
Lindsey took a few steps back to lean against the wall. "The way I hear it, people came back because they wanted to. Unfinished business, unwilling to leave loved ones behind. I don't know because I don't ask and most people I don't care to. So there's something that you couldn't just leave on this plane." He didn't know her well enough to say what that was. It wasn't just something he could tell from watching her anyway.
"You will because it was traumatic. You weren't able to stop it, control was taken away." He faltered slightly in his heated verbalizing, crossing his arms a little more tightly in discomfort. Personal territory. "I still dream about it sometimes. Hear the noise, think maybe I can feel the pain. Over a year later and they've gotten better, fewer in between. So I can't tell you there's a surefire way to deal with them. Maybe you can figure out something better." He almost added that doesn't involve Orpheus but kept his mouth shut.
"Ask for help. Sounds easy yet it's damn near impossible, especially when pride is involved."