Even though it was a stupid thing, being able to take his helmet off again seemed to be the final point that cemented this as real for him. He could never do that in Norfinbury, they had altered him somehow so that he was one solid piece, so that he had to eat, so that he had to feel the cold.

Now he felt nothing again, now he had his head on his lap. It was a different kind of ache, a more familiar and natural one.

"I'm not really sure, maybe we should head to Central. That's where Brother and I were when we first got to Norfinbury, there could be some clues there."