Fitz hangs back, doing what he can to help without being on the front lines. It's a brutal fight, no doubt about that, but in the end, they are victorious, and he didn't take a single scratch. He'll be needed to help with the wounded, and counts himself lucky.

In fact, not only is he lucky, he's feeling pretty at ease with himself, and over the next several hours he finds life is remarkably straightforward when he does whatever he feels like, no matter what others might think of it. He speaks his mind, he plays music at odd hours and doesn't care much if it's too loud for those trying to sleep. His impulse control has taken a real hit, and won't return to normal for one month.