[There is no other doctor he can go to. He's burned all his bridges with the others, or he trusts them so little that he would not hand them further leverage over him.
What can he do?
He doesn't want to rely on pills at all, he never had to back home. But back there he could become a ghost, flee from those seeking him out and retreat to solitude. He had no such provisions in place here and people had already paid the price. There's a long silence as he genuinely considers throwing the tablet against the wall in a fit of frustration.
No. He can't give up. He has to keep trying to find ways to keep this under control, and the sedatives are his best option at the moment. They worked when he had to spend time around Kesara and Alfie's respective groups.]
What makes you so sure talking would do any good?
[Even if he had wanted to talk about these things, which he really doesn't, it just wasn't a done thing in his time. Men didn't go for therapy sessions and talk about their experiences, they just didn't.]
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What can he do?
He doesn't want to rely on pills at all, he never had to back home. But back there he could become a ghost, flee from those seeking him out and retreat to solitude. He had no such provisions in place here and people had already paid the price. There's a long silence as he genuinely considers throwing the tablet against the wall in a fit of frustration.
No. He can't give up. He has to keep trying to find ways to keep this under control, and the sedatives are his best option at the moment. They worked when he had to spend time around Kesara and Alfie's respective groups.]
What makes you so sure talking would do any good?
[Even if he had wanted to talk about these things, which he really doesn't, it just wasn't a done thing in his time. Men didn't go for therapy sessions and talk about their experiences, they just didn't.]