He shook his head. Dissociative? Connors didn't know that much about psychiatry, but he wouldn't call himself dissociative. Unlucky, maybe, but dissociative? That brought up all sorts of connotations that Connors wasn't sure he wanted to embrace.

"I was fine before I tried to cure myself," he remarked, with a frown. After all, he was in the army. Surely they wouldn't let someone obviously dissociative in the army, would they? "It's that serum that I used, the one I used to try and fix myself, that's the cause of all of this." A deliberate, if unconscious choice of words on Connors's part. Fix myself. Cure myself. A sign that even though it had been so long after he injected himself with that reptilian DNA serum, a part of him still saw himself as broken and hopeless.