He was having another relapse.
Not the serious kind...the kind that would necessitate a crash-cart or syringes filled with sedative.
It was serious, but only to him, only to his resolve.
An episode that threatened to make that resolve crumble and scatter to the winds like the sand and dirt that stirred a half a mile above him on the surface...while he was down here in this steel prison.
No! Don't think like that.