Billy takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he runs fingers through his hair, trying to level himself out. It had hurt, seeing all that play through from the outside. It had hurt remembering. Honestly, it might hurt more, having been forced the last few months to really think about things. But he needs to remember that he's not alone. He's got friends here, and they're all a long way from home, and they need a plan to get back.

The smile he offers Jason is wan, distracted. "Thank you. Really. I just...it's hard to see clearly from the inside of a situation, you know? And when you love someone like that..." He shrugs again, doing his best to shake it off. "You manipulate each other. I think Teddy and I both did, in a way, but I think--I don't think it was my magic, doing it. I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse about it."

Billy opens his mouth, about to ask Jason about his own memory, the distant look on his face, when he hears a sound behind him. Turning, he sees something else beginning to fade into view. Another vision? "Nida, hey--something's happening," he calls back over his shoulder, frowning as he squints into the misty image, trying to make out what's slowly coming into view.