[Oh. Pratt casts his eyes downward. He didn't have anyone waiting for him back home either, everyone thought he was dead or hoped he was, and he was eager to get back and give them what they wanted. Hours away from death it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, and death would be a reprieve from his existence.

But .. not everyone thinks as twisted as he does. He's aware enough to know that some of the things that cross his mind aren't normal. Not only things that were planted there by Jacob, but even everyday thoughts had been twisted until he didn't recognize them. It's fitting, he barely recognizes himself anymore.]

You're right.

Just.. making the best of it? I guess that's what people are doing, even those who like it here. They're ... adapting. Surviving.

[He can't do that though. He refuses to think of this place as home. To accept this new normal.]