"Not from me," she says softly. She was a different person when she called him that. It's not that she's never silly or sentimental anymore. But it's a part of her even she forgets, sometimes, and no enemy of hers would conceive of it now.

And then he moves, and - he's different, but in a way that makes so much sense. He's what she always imagine Jason would be, if he was allowed to grow up.

"Jason..." It's a whisper, this time. There are so many things she wants to do, to say, but -

"We should go inside. ...Hold this, will you?"