Time... right now, Wrath can barely conceive of feeling any other way than this strange, numb displacement with occasional bursts of sadness or anger. But he remembers that it used to be different, here.

At some point, he had felt like he belonged in this place.

It feels like it's too much to hope for, that he might feel that way again.

But also, today's been A Lot.

He couldn't think about any of this in-depth even if he wanted to right now.

The TV. He used to love watching TV.

"... Yeah. Okay..."