He knew that she was right, intellectually speaking. Logically, he had to sleep and eat, be a good father and a good husband, love his family, make something of his PhDs, because what else was there now? It didn't stop him from feeling like there was a huge weight of the dead on his shoulders, on all of his teammates' shoulders weighing them down. He didn't even know if they were still here, let alone if they remembered.
"You're right," he said eventually, half to appease her. "It's just... it's like I'm walking around in my memories, Darcy. When I think about what I saw, that seems like... Hell." Bruce swallowed thickly. "What do I do?"