More than a week in Brigantine, and it hadn't gotten any easier to be there.
Mei didn't think it would. Some places had an ambiance to them that time didn't soften, you didn't acclimatize to them so much as develop a higher tolerance for the discomfort they produced. Brigantine was that kind of place. Every day she spent inside it she understood it a little better, and understanding it didn't make it more bearable. If anything it made it worse.
