Somehow, once I realized that I had nowhere to go, it became easier.
Because it meant I didn't have to think about complicated thoughts, like trying to escape and whatnot. Natha was right—all I had to do now was stay here and recuperate.
Everything needed to be taken step by step.
First, by not think that this place was a prison, since it seemed like I had to live for a while in this tower anyway.
Yes, this was a convalescence home, a big one at that. Let's go with that.
Let's see the bright side. I used to only live in the hospital room. Maybe the whole ward if I was in a good condition. Compared to those days, this place was basically a whole amusement park. No, a museum. Let's think of this place as a museum.
Or, you know, a fantasy section of a comic con—even though I never went to one.
And what should one do when attending such an event?
Of course, we should explore the place!
