No. [ No, it hasn't. He doesn't know the half of it but he could agree that with certainty even if he knew none at all. Nathan Drake is not a man to exaggerate his own suffering. ] So why should you choke on this, too?

[ Stephen's early brushes with the acutely unfair, isolated black holes in an otherwise more than comfortable life, he allowed to shape him into a chaotically egotistical asshole. Nate's seem to have formed an orderly line, the chaos manifesting in his life instead of his person, the man himself relentlessly kind. Maybe that's just what happens when there are too many instances to count.

It's no wonder he's adrift now. Not knowing what to do when any of it finally catches up to you is inevitable when you've never been given time enough to collapse between bouts.

Life is relentless here too, but there is at least the occasional lull in which to breathe - calms before and after storms. They're sporadic, but precious. They've reached one such now. ]

—Yes, I think you should cry. Or scream. Or curl up and not move for three days until you've figured out how you want to mourn. It isn't fair, you know that. You don't owe anybody another five months of acting like you're not in pain.

[ No matter how you look at it, self-sacrifice is just another form of self-harm. It's right there in the name. ]

You are in pain. Own it for a while.