It occurs to Jim suddenly that since he'd arrived in the nexus all he'd done was show weakness. He jerks his head in a nod and grips at her shoulders when she hugs him.

"This isn't me. I'm not like this." The self loathing drips from his voice. This is you, Jim. This has always been you. Abuse, abandonment, death. Jim doesn't want to be here, suddenly. He wants to go home, where he's in control and no one knows what's in his head.

"It's not."