Koehler could only laugh at the order, a sort of demented, quiet giggle.[color=fff79a] "Keheheheheh... if only you knew."[/color]. The muffled laughter turned into a small amount of crying before Harold got over himself. [color=fff79a]"I'm seeing shit! I'm seeing shit, captain!"[/color].
Indeed, the 'recovering' drug addict was seeing some things. Flashbacks and memories of his darker moments turned ever more real as his mind tried to recover itself from going through whatever happened.

Withdrawals, beating people senseless for no reasonable purpose, facing the sheer disappointment and negligence from his family and friends, him actually killing someone, or something once or twice... It was getting too much for him to just sit there and take it. He hit himself as hard as he could to try and give himself blessed unconsciousness, but to no avail. He tried to stop the vivid imagery by disconnecting himself, but he couldn't, for some damn reason.

It's almost like he wanted to face his own sins... [color=fff79a]"I'm a WRECK! I don't deserve to be here!"[/color], he said, mainly to himself. Roxy barely nudged to just try and hold itself, attempting to copy its' pilots' scared and feeble position. Of course, it was immediately stopped by the locking system in place. He mumbled apologies to Elora, Stukov, Miles, and all of the others (including his 'handlers') for being so pathetic.