The way this place plays with memory...I can only hope we remember what we've learned here. It's so much trial by fire and sheer, unadulterated bullshit...to lose what good we managed to get out of it, what growth...

[It's a rare flash of anger from Rhys, as clear and burning as the pain lingering in his abused body. It sears his nerves like a whipstrike, and he breathes for a second to tamp it down.]

I try not to think that far ahead if I can help it. But...while we have it, it's important. And it does make sense, yes.