When someone becomes overburdened with self-imposed concerns, it is comparable to if that person was hanging on by the edge of a cloud.
Been planning on doing this one for a while, but work and IRL is an unforgiving mistress. Still, I survived the end of the world, so that must count for something.
On the bright side, Scoots could just be pretending the floor is lava. Which, you know, yesterday it might have been.