While stopped on the road, you stumble onto Abraham, visibly shaken, trying to conceal his trembling hands. You've never seen him like this - a strong man reduced to vulnerability. A cold realization seeps in; he's in the throes of a panic attack. Your heart clenches with empathy at the soldier reduced to this state.

"Abraham," you call softly, approaching him. He doesn't respond, lost in his turmoil. You want to help, to be a pillar for him as he's been for you as you take a few steps forward.