//Hell if I know where to start,// Jono muttered. //It bleeds. Christ, does it bleed. There are moments when it's odd that people aren't calling me Starsmore, and moments when I'm proud to be the General and moments where I have difficulty bloody remembering it, because in my head I'm a scared kid breaking out of a sodding high-security prison, blowing the Ghost Rider straight back to Hell. I don't know anymore if human beings are normals or flatscans or landens or preaks. I don't know if I'm a hero or a villain, or some sad, sick, tired bastard somewhere in between. I have friends, in my head, who are alive and who are dead all at the same bloody time, and it takes me full minutes of raking my brain sometimes before I can remember which it actually is.//

He shrugged his shoulders a little, closed his eyes.

//I wake up at night, and my body is completely the wrong shape, I'm too small or too whole or there's too much of me missing. Sometimes it's a terrible bloody mess between the three.//