He shrugs. "Walking back to Central Command. Just got back from hitting one of the broadcast centers in Zephyr." It hadn't been a long mission, either. Between infiltrating the city, tunneling through the sewers, hacking the broadcast center, and exfiltrating, he'd been deployed for a day at most. It's nothing that should have pushed him over the edge.

"We did encounter some Sylphid resistance," he says, gaze distant as he remembers. "Though if this a magic affliction, it seems useless to them."

As far as he can tell, they don't gain anything by making an enemy combatant pass out hours after a skirmish has ended.