[ evan knows, even if he doesn't want to acknowledge it, that survivors need to maintain their sanity. if that means doing the stupidest shit possible, then that's what they'll do. showering. trying to sleep. doing anything at all to pretend this nightmare of a world is almost normal.

the entity allows it, because the entity wants them to stay sane, too. at least to a degree. and evan knows that, too, because he's been here long enough to know what it wants. death, eventually. but there's so much that can come before.

he says none of this, and just pulls the glass out, a piece at a time. he's not going to be able to get all of it, but it should be enough to deal with until the next trial. ]

No. [ thinking back on his own past isn't much more appealing than thinking about what keeps this place in existence, but it creeps in on him anyway, and slips out while he tries to keep thoughts about the entity's influence at bay. ] Had better shit to do than waste time in a shower. You get clean, even if you're cold, and you get going.

[ women bathe, his father used to say. men wash up. enough to keep the dirt and filth off but don't waste time, don't linger. there were maggots to drive, to terrorize, to kill. ]

Surprised nobody stabbed you in there.