He wasn't out. He was never out. His memory wouldn't let him go; never out of Epsilon's influence, never free of his own memories, and now he was stuck here-

And now he was stuck here.

He choked and doubled over as the realization turned his stomach. It didn't matter what he did - he couldn't get out. Even dying was just a revolving door that spat him back into this place. "I died for this war," he managed, "and that still doesn't get me out of fighting this goddamn war!"