[There's just a choked noise from Jonathan, at all of that. There's a trill from somewhere in the far corner of the bunk, in answer.]

Naw, stay back there... That might... that might be the way things are, but that doesn't mean it's right. God. Neither of you deserves what you went through.

[Blessed are the meek... blessed... fuck blessed. Is this really how it is, in every world?

He knows he got off easy. He knows his family's safe passage through the last decade was more luck than anything else, he knows he hasn't suffered anywhere near as much as so many people his own age have even in his own world. He knows this, and he hates it, and he can't even seem to be properly angry, now, it's a crushing kind of sad.

Not sleeping since Friday might have something to do with that. Or it's just that it's taken being spirited away to a hell dimension where there's no sky to be seen and people keep killing each other to get him to see how lucky he was, and in light of that, he's lost his anger, has had horror replace it.]

And I swear to God, if I can do anything, neither of you is going to die, damn it.