"I don't think he will," says Jason again, and won't fault her if she doesn't believe it this time, either. The world he came from, the world she grew up in, they're different from this place, but they just keep bleeding in. Fear, uncertainty, rage, they don't leave a person as easily as walking through a door into a tropical island. She can't let go of her dread anymore they he can; Jason's just better at hiding it.

"He doesn't want me to kill bad people, but there aren't any here," he says, passing his fingers through her hair. "None to stop. He won't see me as a threat until there are."