If only the rest of us were so lucky. How have you held up in this?

[ with a nod, he takes the offered hand, and pushes off the wall to stand, swaying a little. ]

It's, uhm -- yeah. A man named Saw. [ the tendrils of fear that linger after the very real feeling hallucination are still there, and Bodhi has to shake his head, attempting to shove the memory away. ] He was... paranoid. Didn't trust me.

[ understatement. ]