[he really does try to collect himself. But, the more he tries to piece back together, the more things just crumble apart. He thinks, remembers, realizes-- until it's all just this overwhelming pile of horrible things all around him. If he'd had a chance to hold himself together before, the fever just chews right through any solid footing he might have had.
He died. He failed and disappeared, saw things that no living thing should see, and now he's here. Where nothing makes sense, and he can't even hold himself up enough to be able to stop leaning on someone else.
He's collapsing from the inside out, curling up on himself. It's only a matter of moments before his shoulders begin to shake, as he falls apart]
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He died. He failed and disappeared, saw things that no living thing should see, and now he's here. Where nothing makes sense, and he can't even hold himself up enough to be able to stop leaning on someone else.
He's collapsing from the inside out, curling up on himself. It's only a matter of moments before his shoulders begin to shake, as he falls apart]