"About me." It's strange, how he wants to set fire to everything he looks at in one moment, how completely he wants to disappear in the next. "I'm not the fuck up. She thinks I'm crazy."

What's worse is that he might be, that this Jason, the one on the island right here, right now, might be someone else at home. A guy who'd hurt children. He shudders. "I think," he says, swallowing, "that's what he tells them. That I was just a bad seed." He'd tried so fucking hard, and somehow, this scar on his throat is the sum total of what he deserved.