Locker-room Big Buddies
And time in the P.M. locker room seems of limitless depth; they've all been just here before, just like this, and will be again tomorrow. The light saddening outside, a grief felt in the bones, a sharpness to the edge of the lengthening shadows.
Context
The post-drill slump, stated as the scene's thesis about E.T.A. time: they've been exactly here before and will be exactly here tomorrow — the academy day as an endlessly repeating ring, and the repetition felt not as comfort but as bone-deep grief.