"I just want that hole gone!" Drinking hadn't made it go away, training did- kind of. And now he knows why and it's not-

It's not Malcolm's fault he's a mess. It's the war. it's the program. it's unintended side effects of Drift Tech biting everyone in the ass afterward. "Just be honest. You don't wanna deal with it. You don't wanna deal with me."

This whole thing had been fucking Delta's idea. Rehabilitate him. Help him get back on his feet. Help him recover, like there's any fucking recovering from what happened.