"Here's a drink." He gave Joe the cider, because Joe had always liked cider. Well, he had always coveted it, anyway, he had only gotten him to actually drink it once, because Joe was nothing if not a good boy. Anthony frowned, taking the bottle of pills from him and looking at them. "Do you know what these do?"

Maybe he could talk him out of it. "They make your mind slower. They subdue you. They make you less yourself, you know?"