He shouldn't have voiced the thought aloud. Now he found himself darkly wondering about it. He hadn't been a babe in the woods, those lost years. He'd held onto some stuff. Hadn't forgotten how to live in the world, how to drive a car, pick a lock, run a job. The life he'd been leading, he'd never had occasion to lay hands on a bow or a spokeshave. If he had, would he have known what to do with them? Would that have been enough of a lifeline to bring him out of it?
The bitterness that flooded his mouth had nothing to do with the sip of coffee he'd taken. Will swallowed hard and grimaced. "Yeah. Just been a long time, is all," he found himself repeating.