Log:Breathe In, Breathe Out
For once the awakening is not a jolt of pain, there's no flutter of panic. His death was as falling asleep, a moment of blissful peace achieved among so much pain and guilt. The Loner's cheeks are wet as he opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling over the now familiar bed. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a slow shuddering gasp.
Part of him wants to scream, throw a fit, punch something for ending up back in this hell of a facility, but the part of him that now exists as Glenn McTavish holds back. He knew he was sending his soul to hell as he died, died to atone for his sins. This hell was a fitting one, as good as any other.
He throws his legs over the side of his bed and slowly gets to his feet. He walks over to the mirror, meeting his reflection eye to eye. "Once again playing the damn, bloody hero." At least he's relieved his voice has the proper sound to it again, not that he knew in the moment. He runs his hand through his hair and peers over towards the door then back to his own eyes in his reflection.
"Had to have a family this time, didn't you? Couldn't make this easy on me. It's so much easier when we don't care. Andrew had the right of it."
We.. was there really three people floating around in his head now?
He rubs the last bit of moisture from his cheeks and walks over to the door. At least all three were in agreement, it was time for a drink.