"It's not even about that." He just stands there, eyes half closed. The part of him he's opened himself up to can be clinical, detached, and now he lets that part take over a little. "It's about... Look, kids are fucking resilient, I know that, but all that shit..."

He shakes his head and looks away again. "Sometimes I think that place wasn't any fucking good for children. Not if this is what happens to them."

Safe, happy... illusory. Transient.