I’m watching season 1 of Fallout (in preparation for season 2). In episode five they are captured by another vault and used as test subjects.

“Some people who come here have a hard time adjusting to finally feeling safe. All the things you’ve had to do to survive still fresh in your mind. Trust doesn’t come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. Here, unit 428. How about, you sleep in a room of your own tonight? Have a hot shower. Nothing wrong with a little bit of comfort.”

This reminds me of so much. It’s difficult to break away. There are so many comforts that are addicting, reassuring of survival. Work feels so necessary.