cw: mild self-harm; suicidal ideations

[The idea of it happening again makes Jon want to throw something. He quickly discovers that everything in the cell is bolted down. He's able to throw... his balled-up sheets. There's absolutely nothing satisfying about that, so he sets to biting at his fingers, instead for some sort of outlet. It's a few minutes later when he replies.]

Then I'd want someone to kill me.
Because that wouldn't be me.
It's just a Not-Them roaming around in my skin.

[He already has enough issues with feeling wrong in his skin on a good day. Having everything about him fundamentally changed is possibly the most horrific thing that's happened to him here. At least at Camp, he'd still been some part of himself, even without the Eye.]