Jayce struggles to find the words to explain because he is so tired, his feelings are being locked up tightly, and he knows it'll break apart soon. He doesn't even flinch from Viktor's anger, wondering if he should just shut his eyes and go to sleep. His brain is foggy. He focuses, tries to focus, takes Viktor's other hand in his.

"It's not about the bug," he manages to say. Yes, he hates himself because of the bug, but if it was about him hating himself, it would just be another day. Jayce's self-hatred is a pretty regular concern, but he does not go into a fetal position because of it. That's what the rage room is for.

"Do you remember my nightmare, when it was repeating?" Okay that forms in his mind and he is relieved because he thinks it could make sense. He feels like he is swimming closer to it. Almost there. "I got stuck. I'm stuck. It's repeating, all of the things are repeating. The bridge, the factory, my mother lying in the snow, I couldn't make it stop so I stopped." Does that make sense? It's as much sense as he is going to make right then. "I need time to make it stop, you don't have to stay."