[He opens his mouth. Closes it. Bruno's matter-of-fact delivery numbed the moment it hit — crazy, suicidal, empathized with. A whirlwind that knocks him off his feet and dissipates before he can really measure the impact.

Jayce nods. He catches the arm of a stumbling woman, eyes still on Bruno, following his lead.]

We have a clear objective, [he says, after Bruno spoke.] Helping these people. They're vulnerable in a way we aren't.

[His mind flashes to Akua, how she had died by Howl's hand and yet returned to speak with him.]

Something else I'll have to explain. [He leaves the invitation open: for now, or later.]