The madness that overtook him eventually faded away, left him weakened but alone.  Why here..? Why in his special place, his quiet place, his safe place? But, maybe it was better that it was here...nobody had seen him lose it, and that was more important than anything else. He couldn't ever let anyone know just how damaged he was. He spent some time--hours-- soothing himself, calming himself, rebuilding his facade after this incident, and trying to fortify himself mentally. He could handle this. He would handle this. And he wouldn't take those god damned pills, either.<br/><br/>A little after dinner time, he had made his way back to the dorm. He went straight to his room, avoiding the others; he didn't want to deal with anyone right now. When up there, he just munched away on a granola bar. It was filling, and nutritious, and it worked good enough for him, even if it wasn't a real meal.<br/><br/>He busied himself with homework. Their was always stuff to read, questions to answer, and essays to write, and he wasn't going to let the events at the shrine stop him or slow him down. He couldn't. He would beat this, he would triumph over this, he wouldn't let this damned problem weigh him down. He couldn't.<br/><br/>Eventually, after all the work had been done, sleep would claim him. A deep, quiet, dreamless slumber that was wondrous.