After a half an hour of sitting here, it hits me. How many we lost. Geary's dead, I'm probably going to die, as far as I know, hundreds died on base, and so much else has happened, so quickly. I find myself shocked at my lack of any emotional response to any of the deaths. If I was in shock before, I'm not now, and I start to feel the full extent of my injuries. I break down and start sobbing, quietly.
Ark's exhaust, I'm pathetic.