Sleeping was dangerous. Every other night, he'd toss and turn as memories tortured him, reminding him of his failure as a leader. Those nights he'd awaken in a cold sweat, visions of Omi and Clay's blood burning in his eyes and Kimiko's anguished scream echoing in his ears. Then there were the nights he dreamed of laughter. Of loyalty and friendship that weathered even the worst villains. Those nights he woke up and felt hollow when he realized he wasn't sleeping on a mat.
It was hard to decide, sometimes, which nights he feared more.