He's remained in service despite breaking from not one, but two anchors. The first, Crawford, had been a catastrophic sundering. He'd barely survived. The second he wasn't entirely sure that he had survived, not yet. Not on days like these when he found himself untethered, floating out and wandering; returning to himself only to throw up from the shock of inhabiting a body, shaking his way to a can of coffee or juice from the vending machine at the end of the hall, at the bottom of the fucking stairs.