I COULD GO OFF THE DEEP END || p, danny

[daniel]

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"THE GLADIATOR" — CHAMPION OF WAR

It had been tough, admittedly. As glad as he was to be home once more, even more satisfied that Vayne was home safe, he was far too shaken up to truly enjoy that fact. Besides the fact that prior to his rescue he had committed nothing less than atrocities in the name of survival, he had been dragged back emotionally comatose from the simple fact that Michael had just been gutted like a fucking fish and Diya had been on death's door. Both casualties were terribly tragic and haunting in their own right, and Danny had about enough of seeing blood and viscera for one lifetime. What else, what else? Haunted was a good word for whatever the hell he had been experiencing since the capture, a good placeholder for what he couldn't explain just yet.

When bothered it was in his nature to isolate. Often the beach, usually at night. Sleeping wasn't easy. What wasn't usually was the presence of another, a mimicry of the first interaction with the Officer that would have brought him a brief moment of minor joy at the comparison, but he was just too stressed to recognize that. "Diya?" Danny asked, quietly but loud enough to not be missed, not wishing to scare the polar bear. She seemed involved in something that was not his business. "I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be out here."

— if i find some way out then i will stay, with heart split two ways down