"That's a hell of a thing to do. Everyone has cracks; that's the nature of humanity. No one of us is immune to it. It's settled in us as children, young men and women, and then it influences everything we do."

He talks just to talk, though there's no real inflection to it. He feels so strangely numb, like the world is just outside his reach. He knows what's happening; he knows that he's attempting to cope by trying to disassociate, but he rakes a hand down his face again, focusing on that sensation, keeping himself here.