How many of you are going to have trouble sleeping tonight?

“You’re my guy, Peter,” were the words that Quinn threw back in Dar’s face in the moments before he nearly choked him to death, early in Season 4. It was at the time when Quinn wanted out of the C.I.A. He’d beaten up a couple of bullies in a diner, and Dar had paid him a house call, checking in on his mental health, while reminding him of the “retraining” visited upon team-quitters of questionable sanity who appear unable to keep their mouths shut.

“I always felt there was something pulling me back to darkness. That I wasn’t allowed a real life or a real love. That was for normal people,” Quinn wrote Carrie in what he thought would be his final goodbye letter.

It all feels different now, doesn’t it?

The particular narrative trauma we’ve undergone tonight is great enough to drown out reflections on Carrie’s new personal drama of losing Franny to Child Services. (A silencing that many of you, it seems from the comments, would greet with joy).

But, as a stalwart Carrie fan, I can’t let that happen.

There are interesting parallels between Carrie’s current situation and Quinn’s. Both have lost control. Both are “trapped”— Quinn by his “German spy woman,” deployed by Dar, Carrie by the legal system that Dar has loaded against her. Both — by essentially being themselves, behaving as they’ve long been trained to do, and acting on instincts that are magnificently adaptive in war zones and grossly maladaptive in civilian life — have been boxed into the category of crazy.

In both cases, it’s horribly unfair. Carrie’s and Quinn’s instincts are still good. The threats of violent warfare are not absent in their civilian lives, just masked by sane-seeming treachery. Civilian warfare requires a set of tactics — well-developed capacities for lying and scheming and power-grabbing and manipulation — that both lack, whether by personality, temperament or impairment.