Of course, the real question of the day had been, did he belong here? Joshua was starting to be less and less certain. He feared a relapse--and a loss of himself and a return to the nightmares--more than anything else, but it had never happened before and might never happen again.
Joshua stepped outside and took a deep breath of the cold air. He looked across the darkened, barely visible landscape and breathed out a plume of mist like meth smoke. No. He wasn't going back to Scourge, but he wasn't going back to what he used to be either.
What was Landel's really doing for him, anyway? He could spend the rest of his life with coloring books and free food and never have a reason to recover in the first place, or he could get his ass on out of here tomorrow morning and go do something useful with his life. All this cracked out place had done was hold on to him until the withdrawal wore off and he could have done that at home with his door locked against zombies and spiders. He'd just walk out, go pull a few things together, and not look back on any of this garbage.
Well. Maybe. He'd come visit Piper, at least. He seemed like he'd need the company.
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Of course, the real question of the day had been, did he belong here? Joshua was starting to be less and less certain. He feared a relapse--and a loss of himself and a return to the nightmares--more than anything else, but it had never happened before and might never happen again.
Joshua stepped outside and took a deep breath of the cold air. He looked across the darkened, barely visible landscape and breathed out a plume of mist like meth smoke. No. He wasn't going back to Scourge, but he wasn't going back to what he used to be either.
What was Landel's really doing for him, anyway? He could spend the rest of his life with coloring books and free food and never have a reason to recover in the first place, or he could get his ass on out of here tomorrow morning and go do something useful with his life. All this cracked out place had done was hold on to him until the withdrawal wore off and he could have done that at home with his door locked against zombies and spiders. He'd just walk out, go pull a few things together, and not look back on any of this garbage.
Well. Maybe. He'd come visit Piper, at least. He seemed like he'd need the company.