Ryan didn't make a sound. Ditzy tried everything he could think of medically – and when that failed he shouted and raged, whispered and begged, but Ryan remained silent, eyes staring into nothingness.
Whatever he'd seen millions of years in the past, had finally done what years of military life and warfare had failed to do: Killed Ryan's spirit, if not his body.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Ryan's slack, unresponsive mouth. He knew there was no choice, but signing Ryan over to the private mental health facility Lester had arranged felt like signing over his own soul.