He is in every single one. I hate every second of it. I wish I could just shake it off and pretend that ugliness never touched my life. It throws me off balance all day.
The sad part is that it is only a fraction of the torment I see Jon go through. How excruciating to be stuck in the hell of your own mind and not be able to find a way out. For him it never goes away. It makes me positively ill, at least I can escape when I wake up.
Jon lives his over and over. So I listen quietly and patiently and I cry with him while he sleeps.
Some things though I wish I could un-know.