What I did not say, because it was not the moment, was that being careful and documenting everything was, as it happened, a thing I knew how to do rather well.

If there is one skill from my old life that transferred most directly to this new fight, it was not anything physical.

It was patience, and the discipline of the record.

In the work I used to do, the difference between a good outcome and a catastrophe often came down to whether someone had calmly written down what happened, in order, with times and details, while everyone else was reacting.

Emotion is the enemy of a clean record, and a clean record is what wins.