He can never put it to words exactly, only knows it starts off small with someone touching his shoulder and him pulling away because he hates that feeling of fingers reminding him where he's come from but feeling like he's never really broken free- yet, there's still that mark on his shoulder that says he has and hasn't he been a good little solider, he wonders, he knows he has and so they should stop pestering him and stop invading his dreams and there's that feeling again he can never really say what he just wants the world to end…
