Disclaimer: Not mine.
The stories I could tell... they would make you lose your lunch, and those aren't even the really bad ones. Those are the regular ones, the ones I could handle in my sleep, that any of us could handle in our sleep. It sounds insensitive, and at times, we might be... but you can't go all out on every case. If you did... you'd break. Because all that pain, all those victims... tearing at you, when you're awake, when you're asleep... it never leaves you.
Even now, ten years later, it's with me. A weight inside my chest.
And, slowly, it's breaking me.