A part of him—the small, sane voice behind all the rest—told him that the invasion and abduction, the violence and the loss, had broken him in some fundamental way. And quietly, privately, he accepted this fact the way he would any new and irrefutable data point. Then he set it aside and went back to the business of being himself. They were all broken, one way and another. That didn’t make Dafyd Alkhor’s mandatory meetings any less bullshit.

— The Faith of Beasts by James S. A. Corey (13%)