I could poison you easily, you know. A thorn and then some oleander and you're dying.

[Jehan is pointedly not looking at Zane now, shaking from the effort of not losing it]

It's not a losing battle until we're all dead. I won't--I can't--leave camp, Zane. This is my home and almost everyone I care about is here.

[The "if you were here, it'd be everyone" is left unsaid]

Please, stay. Come back to m--us. Come back to us.