I've never been good at knowing when to quit. It's something I've been told repeatedly I need to figure out.

[Tyki sighs, and although she can't see it she can probably hear him falling back against the couch he's chosen to sit on.] It's not fear. It's... something else. It's a sickening, awful feeling. Like misery intensified and mixed with literal illness. [Sharon is full of legitimate good advice. Even if he's not afraid, it's good to keep that in mind.]