"It's an awful thing," Jim says quietly, with weight to his voice. "To go through, to watch. You don't have to turn around and be fine."

He finds it difficult to talk about death. He always wants to make sure he doesn't sound too knowledgeable; what he's been through is no-one's business, and it's not something he wants to bond over, or share about. But he can still sound like a captain, steadying a comrade to the best of his ability.

"Just breathe for a minute."