[It's strange to think about. Everything seems the same here - they were gone for only days, probably not even a week. There's no dust, no mess, and Adam has little doubt that the food in the kitchen is all fine, too. But it feels distant, like a memory from long ago, even as it's all slowly coming back to him.
They went through a lot, here, and before that. And even more back at home. Adam doesn't really know how to feel.]
Just water, I think.
[He'll have to get used to it again. Things here, how the gods toy with them. The ways he found to fill his time - the clinic, scavenging, exploring the city. Meeting people here. He was buried underground once. He got shot once. It almost seems unreal. Home seems more real than anything here, at least right now.
Which brings his thoughts back to something he's been avoiding, because the pain is still fresh, the confusion is still raw.]
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They went through a lot, here, and before that. And even more back at home. Adam doesn't really know how to feel.]
Just water, I think.
[He'll have to get used to it again. Things here, how the gods toy with them. The ways he found to fill his time - the clinic, scavenging, exploring the city. Meeting people here. He was buried underground once. He got shot once. It almost seems unreal. Home seems more real than anything here, at least right now.
Which brings his thoughts back to something he's been avoiding, because the pain is still fresh, the confusion is still raw.]
Gansey, how did you come back?