[That's the real question, isn't it?]

[He's not the boy he was when he first woke up in hell, that's for sure. Not the boy who spent the entire first day exploring the city, fearless, and who could sleep a whole night through without nightmares, and was anxious over a game with consequences so mundane as a broken arm.]

[He's not the boy from after that, either - the one who lost himself, a little, in nothingness that he sometimes still can't quite believe ever ended. Not the boy who broke, and pulled himself together, and broke, and floundered, and broke, and stayed down... and then, finally, got out.]

[He's someone else, now. He's not very brave, still, but the pieces are back together, mostly, if you don't mind the cracks - and he tries very hard not to mind the cracks. He's not very strong, still, but there are people he'll give up anything to keep safe. He's not always good enough (he's never good enough) but that's not a good enough reason to stop trying.]

[Somewhere in there, among all of that, is "Hurricane." And he holds onto that, while everything else burns.]