“I don’t think it’s particularly well understood here either…”

But he actually did pause at that. He might end today a vegetable, or with the pain even worse than it is already. Does he want to risk what little he has left?

…This isn’t a life. Wandering from place to place, forever chasing after rumors, with the pain constantly hovering over him. Every second of every day, it sat there, in the back of his mind. Like he was full of broken glass. One wrong action and it would start tearing into him again, but even if he stood perfectly still it still hurt.

“…I’ve got nothing to lose at this point. Nothing worth anything, anyway.”