It would be impressive if it didn't also make Miles want to throw himself off the nearest bridge. Freezing to death in the morgue, god. He shivers just thinking about it; Kyril Island and cryorevival have not improved his opinion of cold temperatures in the slightest. And fucking monsters, and -

He gives up. He just utterly gives up. He makes a strained noise and settles himself back down in his chair, holding on hand up to stop his double from going on. "I get it," he says, before anything worse can come tumbling out. It's a damned sad day when complete and utter breakdown of my entire sense of identity is the thing he's least concerned about. He's going through that now, so some horrible part of him takes a deep schadenfreude out of knowing his younger self did the same. "This place was insane. Places. Whole damn universe." He gestures vaguely. "God, tell me you at least dated someone fun in all that. Give me some good news."