This sounds a little like PTSD--what you need is a counselor.
[But that hug was enough, and all he could offer her. Having witnessed his partners tortured and experienced it himself, he knew that just being available as an emotional support was better than nothing.
Her words pulled an echo of his momentary fear to the surface. That twinge of uncertainty when faced before a god that intended to kill him was enough to lock him up. Beyond the pain and the raging vertigo, he knew in that second that he was in over his head.
Fear was always fuel for him, and he would use it as fuel again. The moment a man in his profession loses respect for the risks taken is the moment he ends up imprisoned--or worse.]
That wasn't the first time I've stared death in the face, Angel. And it won't be the last.
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[But that hug was enough, and all he could offer her. Having witnessed his partners tortured and experienced it himself, he knew that just being available as an emotional support was better than nothing.
Her words pulled an echo of his momentary fear to the surface. That twinge of uncertainty when faced before a god that intended to kill him was enough to lock him up. Beyond the pain and the raging vertigo, he knew in that second that he was in over his head.
Fear was always fuel for him, and he would use it as fuel again. The moment a man in his profession loses respect for the risks taken is the moment he ends up imprisoned--or worse.]
That wasn't the first time I've stared death in the face, Angel. And it won't be the last.