"My own conversation with our friend Jenny, well. She led me to believe that much of the violence that may come will be at each other's hands, not from the Captain's." Watson starts bandaging up César's hand, his touch very gentle, and his expression very grave. "She also implied that she didn't expect me to believe her when she told me that we would hurt and murder those we love and care for, and that they would hurt us."

He sighs. "I cannot... I don't want to imagine."