[ The strange thing is that he does want to talk about it. Not in its entirety, but at least some part of it because it's driving him half-mad on top of everything. ]

...Towards the end, in that one last final assault against all of us; there were words, spoken by 'people' we know, into our minds. Twisted. Targeted. More agonizing than before. I suspect the others were granted words as well, but I imagine that they were aimed to try to shatter our spirit.

In the grand scheme of things, perhaps it matters little now that the mission is completed. Whatever the case, that is all.

[ With that, he just ends up sighing. He's exhausted. ]