[V wishes it was the most stressful situation he’s been in. One of the more worrisome, maybe, given no one seems certain how or if he’ll return home — but anxiety doesn’t appear to live in his frame today. He falls into the familiar stance of leaning his weight onto the cane itself.]

I had one at home. Kept close during all hours of day and night, why wouldn’t I want another here? Easier to walk with, and there’s something nice about the familiarity in an unfamiliar world.

[In a place where even his actual familiars won’t heed his call.]

Was it your job to bring me here?