Several thousand kilometres away, Atticus plunged his head into a cool, rushing stream. As it washed the soil from his hands and face, the overwhelming chill of the fresh water also cleansed him of all feelings and thoughts for a moment. And for the first time in several long days, he started feeling slightly more alive.
Unless of course his breakdown had just left him feeling emotionally numb, because that was also a possibility.
No matter what was happening to him, whether he was returning back to a semi-functional state or being or dissolving even further, he could at least sense the world around him. He could now hear the whistle of the moonlit wind and the soft bubbling water. He could feel the cool night air, and smell the trees and moss. Even if his heart was still trapped in a world he had left behind, life was still going forward without a moment's rest.