[L hadn't dared to hope or dread too hard. How does one talk to someone whose existence set off a chain of events responsible for putting one away in a psychiatric hospital for almost three years?]

Nathan...

[There's no way to communicate everything currently going through his head. It's like a film reel moving too quickly. He abandons the effort, focusing on the present and practical.]

The years change everyone. We... need to find someplace safe, Nathan. We can talk more when we're not in danger.

[He offers a hand. The deep scar on his wrist is hard to miss, as well as the tattooed numbers across his palm.]