"Been here 'bout three years." Jesse shook his head. Hearing it out loud was odd. He'd been here a really long time. "Ain't nothin here particularly voluntary, friend. You're here because the damned place picked you. There ain't no way out. Save for maybe killin yourself. But then you ain't really out. Sometimes people get sent back. Like the City don't want them no more."
Jesse wondered how many times he'd told these very things to people. How many times these words had come out of his mouth.
"You get used to it after a while. It's an adapt or drown kinda thing."