He turned around to face her finally, finding himself almost surprised at her words. She admitted she belonged here. So many of his patients did in the end though, didn't they. Yet like so many prodigal children, they fled home only to come back sooner or later, declaring the error of their ways yet doomed to repeat their actions even after being accepted once again. It was part of their sickness. It was part of his job to cure them of this disease.

"You believe this is where you belong?"

Acceptance was the first step to recovery after all.