Fatigue. An utter lack of energy. Not the soft, fuzzy cotton blanket that is 'tired', not the weak lassitude of weariness, but something more. She is a mountain hung around your neck, feeding of your helplessness. Weights on every muscle, bones sheathed in lead, a knife taken to tendons and ligaments that leaves only a broken puppet behind. And still she does not rest- she roosts in the mind, spreading her fugue, until all that is left is a dense grey fog. No memories, no feelings, no thoughts, no words.
She takes all that he is, everything he lives for. She will not let him protect his team.