"What I think is you're giving yourself a meltdown," Jason answers, bluntly, then holds his hands up in mock surrender. "But hey, I'm no mind reader, and even if I was, the assholes running this place would've taken that ability away from me. Apparently, that's one of the fun perks of getting dragged here." None of Jason's abilities are supernatural in origin, only acquired through hard work and incessant practice, and that's a small silver lining to being stuck in this place. He drops his arms back down to his sides again and shrugs.

"Do whatever you want, kid. If the ulcer-and-wrinkles lifestyle works for you, then keep it up. Just maybe try not to take my head off while you're worrying about all the things that can possibly go wrong in a place that was wrong to begin with."