[ Jim's quiet again, trying to get his thoughts in order as he rolls his palms over the small of Zell's back. The truth is, it's hard to think when it's happening - everything gets noisy in his head and all he can do is feel. The fear's always so strong it keeps threatening to overwhelm him, get him killed, get everyone else killed.

Sure, he's been afraid before. But back home, every bad thing that happened, he kept pushing past it. This he can't seem to shake, and when it ebbs he's left feeling like a coward.

It's easier to talk about what he said on the network, though it doesn't feel as honest. ]

About how lucky I was, mostly. I did something stupid and it could've - [ He pauses and seems to focus on the massage. ] - So much has happened since then. Me and you. Could've missed that.