It does take time. Even though he can remember the emotions themselves clearly, putting a name to them has always been difficult.

He doesn’t even try to create any sort of narrative. He just makes notes on the paper, and when he’s done, he hands it back to Sheehan without a word.

anger
despair
loss
confined
empty

And beneath that, a few sentences:

I thought everything I had worked for was for nothing.

I did not think I would see anyone I cared about ever again.

I thought I would be sent back to the place I came from.

I wanted to die, and I didn’t care how many went with me.