“Would you rather be back out there? In the Wastes?” What was with all these fucking questions? Was this a tactic they employed to break a person’s spirit? Remind them that they were stuck here, even if they didn’t want to be? “Yes,” I grated, anger chasing away some of the fear. “I’d rather take my chances in the Wastes any day over this.” They let out a soft breath and fell silent.
