'You really can't prioritise,' she scoffs. 'Maybe literally. No self-preservation. You could have disappeared at any time, back there. You and Crichton both.'

Then Tayrey's eyes narrow. 'I wouldn't have let you take him to Scorpius, if we'd gotten out.' She says it with the confidence of almost a decade's distance, not knowing just how limited her options might have been if she'd escaped with Harvey back then.