"Coherent, functional on a day-to-day basis, capable of passing for sound mind?" Izunia doesn't beat around the bush; he's also not going to make a claim of full sanity any time soon. That ship sailed off centuries ago.

"Sometimes I can't, and it pulls me under. But when that happens... 'There are people who need me.' 'There are people who love me.' 'The worst is already over.' Those are the ropes that I built to pull myself up with. That," and in spite of being sightless, the wink he throws in Talcott's direction is perfectly aimed. "And a healthy dose of spite. I refuse to let what the Draconian did to my life control my life any more than it already has - I refuse to let that control my future, when so many other, better possibilities exist."

He smiles, faintly, a little ruefully. "Anti-depressants help, too."