It all hurts. It doesn't really hurt, it's his brain and the fear playing tricks on it, but it does and it doesn't and he's so scared. Billy figured he had more time in this place before the flayer came after him. Or before he was sent back. His thoughts are becoming muddy and thick, hard to get through.

And there's Steve's voice, talking through it and getting through the thick of it. They're at the diner. He does kind of like it here. Radley and Tommy are good cooks. Training with Gladio. Right, big guy. Training him with an axe. Breathe in and out. Match Steve's breathing.

It's tough but he starts trying. Billy turns so he can actually look at this Wrong Steve, watching him and trying to match the pace of his breathing. "No mall. No Sears. Not in Indiana. Gladio....Gladio's teaching me to channel it through training." And meditating, but that hadn't been working lately. Well, it sort of had, but only on the beach.

The beach isn't safe right now. Or, not safe to get to.

"I did. I punched you hard. The Right Steve, not you. Could've punched you more but I was tired." He doesn't really sound remorseful about it, either. That was a work in progress, too.