He hadn't slept in days, and he said as much; it slithered out of him. "Couldn't close my eyes." The thousand-yard stare was in full force; the point on the wall that held his attention no different than any other. "Torments of hell were behind my eyelids. They still are." He looked over at her back, feeling his eyes plead. "It's foolish - but I can see it." Help me.