"Sure you will. Cockroaches live through anything," Jason says, nose tilting upwards a bit even though he's still a little bit shorter than Shaw, will never quite get as tall even at full height.

"Where are the damn servants with my jacket," he hisses to himself, under his breath, feeling as if too much anger for the mere inconvenience is there inside his voice, because what he wants to do is scream. At Shaw, at his parents, at the gemstone that bears his brother's name, at his sister, at everyone here. But there are certain things you can't do.