Neville nodded. Nightmares were something he knew about, and insomnia even more so. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a real night's sleep. "I get it," he said. "I get them too. Usually can't remember them, but... it's usually the feeling that comes with them. This helpless feeling." He laid down on the bench, giving himself a wide veiw of the starry sky. "I doubt there's anyone fought in that battle who isn't having nightmares," he added. Except the people who didn't make it, he added mentally.