"It has," he agreed, and pulled out his water. Another thing he wasn't used to was being thirsty, really thirsty. He drank and tapped a tattoo on the side of the container. "People need the sky, and the open, I think."

He wasn't happy, not exactly, but more content, yes. The lingering guilt had faded somewhat, and all that remained was the beginnings of an ache in his legs from the journey. The false security of being out in the open was enough to keep uncertainty off his mind, at least for the moment.