"You know that sounds really messed up right? And that's coming from me." He wasn't sure if Jsck told Henry was his was but Mitchell didn't hide it from anyone. He took tea like the other Brits and liked a good sandwich. Blood-- well he knew what happened if he slipped. Jack was clear on that.

But he hadn't slipped. Not yet. He'd been dry for whole decades before. He could be dry now too. For however long it took. Even if every day was a struggle of guilt without it.

Mitchell guided Henry down to the living space. "Kitchen is communal. You've got your own bedroom and bathroom though. Showers don't work like the ones up a few levels. But some people appreciate soap and water. Access to some search engines online are limited because of an infestation of parasitic works they had about a year ago. But just use Tor instead of a browser and you're fine."