Jedao lets himself into Zero, and sits in front of her cell. He wants to crawl inside one of the cages. He wants to peel the layers of vicious scorching hostility away from his skin, wants to collapse and cry and sleep. He sits cross-legged and rests his hands on his thighs.

"Hello, Shaw. You once asked me to check you when you might lose touch with reality. Do you remember that conversation?