"I don't know." Jason's shoulders round, the adrenaline fading as quickly as it came. "I was dead a while, a year, I think? I woke up in the ground, still had all the injuries I died with, so it's - "

Jason waves a hand like he could pull the memories back together, but of course he can't. "Muddled. I don't remember the first year back." Little things, just impressions. Cold ground and harder fists, then sudden warmth, bodies pressing in on him and forcing him to fight, smooth hands pulling him away again. Dipping him in water that burned and brought everything rushing back. Talia.

"But someone helped me."