His eyes slide away, the voices echoing in his head with far more clarity than they usually did.

"You don't know that, Gunny." It was quiet, and it was resigned. If it wasn't for the way they kept echoing in his head, he would say he didn't know either. But now he wasn't so sure. Now he thought he knew.

And he couldn't blame them.

He was coming down off the panic, now, but that just meant he was exhausted and didn't know what to do with himself.