"Yeah, can't complain," he said now fully manoeuvring into a sitting position. He couldn't help but feel pain for his daughter's struggle. But death had become easier for him. He had been surprised. The dreadful feeling... a breakdown they hadn't come. A peng in the chest, yes. But the usual pain was missing. He wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. Did that make him less human or was it normal to get used to it? Was he back to being a soldier with a heart so full of dread and panic that there wasn't room for another load or was it the monster inside of him that made him cope?