[He takes a breath and tries to calm down, and something...shifts again.]

I'm not supposed to need a team. I didn't have a team anymore, for years, before I got here. I only just started reforming the Corps before everything in the Cancerverse.

[He looks for the words.]

I wasn't in the Corps anymore. I was the Nova Corps. And the things I saw while doing it ...

[He shakes his head.]

Look, I'll try meditation. Take up zen yoga. Write about my feelings in a journal. Whatever. I'll even let the doc put me on pills if they see some kind of imbalance, but there is nothing I can say to anyone, and nothing anyone can say to me, to help me deal with everything I've seen.

I think I just need to take the time to actually deal with it myself. Since I never do. I never just...stop. And that means I never process.

Human rocket, you know?

[It almost sounds reasonable, that he's willing to work on it, but wants to do so privately. Almost.]