"I think..." He's trying to make sense of it. "I saw that thing and I think I had a flashback or something. There was something like that in the Cancerverse that... the one time I... it..."

He just breaks off with a visible shudder, not wanting to put words to it.

"The injections they gave me for the psych meds last for a while, but only a month or so. They're probably wearing off."

He leans his face into his hand, closing his eyes, pressing his fingertips to his eyelids like if he presses hard enough, all the crazy will stay in his head and stop spilling out. The other hand, his robotic one, is still holding onto Grif's arm, pressing it against Rich's body.

"Thanks for saving my butt back there."