Yeah.

[Grey is there...and he shouldn't be. he killed people he shouldn't have. because Manabu messed up, couldn't handle himself, couldn't think up any way to escape, or leave some breadcrumbs for his platoon, or--]

I...I need to be grateful... [he draws his still-trembling hands away from himself, clenching and unclenching them again.] That I'm not. There. [or dead.] And stop...thinking about it. [he shakes his head.] I can't stop. Thinking about it. My head. My ears...