( It's just another cage. Collette rubs against it with the memory of the Holding Compound; but here, there's no one to prick her with needles, to argue over her faults, to observe a blooming bruise on her leg and consider it a job well done.

She smiles. Then she lets the expression fade. )

Jack tried killing one of the kids in the hospital, back during the last round of bombings we had in June. When everyone was sick, and we were helping the Exiles evacuate underground.