[He doesn't pull his hand away. He lets it be held. Then fingers wind their way through Jason's.]

I'm trying to think that.

[It would maybe he easier if he knew more about Caleb. About Grimwalkers. About the other Golden Guards.]

It would be easier to figure out if I could talk to them. Somehow. Find out what they were like. But he was never going to let that happen with the Golden Guards.

I at least know we have one thing in common, though, and I guess it's a good thing. All of us rebelled against him. I just...was the only one that survived doing it. Thanks to my friends.

That's what made him kill them. Every time he did, he just made a new one. He tried to do the same to me but Luz and the Owl Lady made it so I got away.

[He has a lot of complicated feelings about the others. The sheer horror of how they were made and what they were all made for. The sadness they faced such terrible fates. Even slight guilt he just happened to have the luck to survive and they didn't.]

[But maybe a little pride. Maybe there isn't just horror there.]

[Being in this world of heroes and realizing there are some that follow in the footsteps of others, he understands there is such thing as a legacy. If their legacy was rebellion alongside death, at least it wasn't death alone.]

I should thank her for that. I wasn't... I wasn't in a good place to. At the time.