This place changes people. I heard about a famous sculptor who used to take a chisel and a marble block, then chiselled away everything that wasn’t the statue. That’s what this place does. It chisels away at people. Sean used to enjoy a pint and a laugh; now he never smiles. Stefan is drowning in hate. The guards look for excuses to give someone a thrashing. On the other hand, Clive and Francine are lovebirds again, and that ambassador has come down off his high horse.
I wonder if I’ll ever get off this ship.
I wonder who I’ll be.