'No,' says Ari, her voice firm but kind. She keeps her hand right there, steady pressure regardless of Ava's flickers and blurs. An anchor. 'No, it isn't like that.'

There are other people, but those Ava is closer to are likely to be the very same ones that Ari is steering well clear of, still fearing further retaliation, and she won't mention any name without confirmation. César and Watson aren't the same people at all. Same faces, different individuals. Besides that, she's in no place to judge Ava, because even a failed negotiation shouldn't put anyone in a zoo. She clearly hadn't been right about it all either.

'Back there, we... we did what we had to. To keep going. To stay sane. That didn't look the same for everyone. I'm not going to blame you for anything, because you were never cruel.' Others were, to poor desperate Tayrey, but never Ava. She'd been taken in by their captor, probably manipulated, deceived - but even if not, Tayrey's mission succeeded. Not simply, not without cost, but the fact that they're here is a victory, and she's going to be gracious about it.

'We have our liberty. It doesn't matter how,' she says, insistently. 'If you had been right about everything, you'd still have wanted good things for me, yes? I want them for you. So much. Peace and prosperity.'