The beach [afternoon]

Reno's lecture in Rookiehood had brought up memories of decisions Ben had made that led to most of his sleepless nights, but he'd been able to push them to the back of his head.

They'd stayed there until he'd heard the instructions at the reserves that involved snipers. And on an intellectual level he knew that water pistols weren't nearly the same as the collapsable rifle he'd use to take Gejjen out, but logic wasn't really working on convincing his stomach to stopping flipping over right now.

So he sat on the beach with his eyes closed, concentrating on the sound of the waves and trying to find his inner balance again.

It could take a while.

[OOC: Sure, open. Beware the emo.]