Every day I've been here so far, waking up is a shock.  It's too quiet, and too loud, all at the same time.  No sounds of nature, but I can hear electronics buzzing and people moving.  I'm used to waking up in a simple room, in a simple hut-like structure, and the floor isn't as soft as my bed, but the bed here... not used to it.  Feels like it's swallowing me up.  I suppose I'll get used to it.  If I ever use it.

This is a miracle, and I suppose that's the only thing keeping me here.  So much family, all in one place.  It heals a little bit of my soul, I think.  I've been lonely all my life, surrounded by other gutter punk kids like me, working every day with my mentor, and still... Two more of them, back here in the time it took me to get sorted out from the first time I came back?  I remember the feel of crushing his mind with mine, and how right it felt, and then how wrong.  I wanted to run, and I wanted to kill him, but I didn't do either.  I danced well, I guess.

That's what he called it, when he found me.  Dancing with the demon.  He realized so quickly what my demons would be, a foul temper and a sense of vengeance to match it.  He never asked what made me so angry, and I never told him.  One day, I might, but I know he'll never ask.