Hank smears his hand over the upper half of his face, rubbing his forehead like he has to work out a muscle strain from just using his brain to explain stuff.

Not that he explained fuckin' anything. He read that shit out loud from a textbook.

"Trauma doesn't have to be an accident, Private. Trauma can damn well be on purpose." He shrugs tiredly then, shaking his head with a heavy resignation. "More often than not it is."