I know more about how you feel than you realize. [Reaper had been there in the beginning, dragging or holding dying comrades in a vain attempt for help. He'd stared at ally's corpses, people he knew by name, had eaten and joked with. He'd stepped over them, carried them to the back of a truck to be sent home, watched them be mutilated by heavy machinery or artillery fire.] You won't be broken forever. You'll find a way to live with the breaks and cope. But it will change you.

[He was lifting a wooden beam up, shouldering it until he could use his hands to get it into position. He looked at Lance, and a part of him saw a younger version of himself, a hotshot with good skills that had seen too much, done too much, pushed too far. But there was no stopping. One foot in front of the other.]

Time to hammer. Physical work focuses the mind.