That's good. That's something. Jono had been worried that Gray's mind was too far gone.
He leans forward, watching Gray for a moment. "We can go to him soon, though I'll have to get some new coordinates." His current chosen coordinates were outside on a hill where he could see the ocean when they arrived. Jackson loved the spot. Gray would panic. "But before we do...you an' I gotta talk 'bout a few things.
"Way I see it, we got a couple of choices 'ere. You don' gotta go with me. Could find a way t' send you back t' your world. You could forget any of this happened. I could jus' make you think Jackson'd been dead fer years. You could 'ave a life there without the worry, but I think, eventually, w'at 'appened on that planet would consume you an' drive you completely mad." Not that he wasn't mad enough as it was, honestly. But eventually it would get worse.
"Or," Jono says after a moment. "We go to the island. I introduce you to Jackson, tell 'im who you are. He might remember yer voice, but I think we can blame it on the Feds easy enough. That they took advantage of yer anger t' deal with a problem fer 'em." He levels a calm gaze at Gray. "But, fer now, you'd be stayin' there. At the island. There are people there...they're used t' dealin' with mental trauma cases. They know what they're doin'. An' it's a safe place t' get acclimated t' this world. Jackson'll wanna get to know you, so it ain't like we wouldn' be around. But London...ain't the best place t' learn to deal with it. Island's safer an' quieter."
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He leans forward, watching Gray for a moment. "We can go to him soon, though I'll have to get some new coordinates." His current chosen coordinates were outside on a hill where he could see the ocean when they arrived. Jackson loved the spot. Gray would panic. "But before we do...you an' I gotta talk 'bout a few things.
"Way I see it, we got a couple of choices 'ere. You don' gotta go with me. Could find a way t' send you back t' your world. You could forget any of this happened. I could jus' make you think Jackson'd been dead fer years. You could 'ave a life there without the worry, but I think, eventually, w'at 'appened on that planet would consume you an' drive you completely mad." Not that he wasn't mad enough as it was, honestly. But eventually it would get worse.
"Or," Jono says after a moment. "We go to the island. I introduce you to Jackson, tell 'im who you are. He might remember yer voice, but I think we can blame it on the Feds easy enough. That they took advantage of yer anger t' deal with a problem fer 'em." He levels a calm gaze at Gray. "But, fer now, you'd be stayin' there. At the island. There are people there...they're used t' dealin' with mental trauma cases. They know what they're doin'. An' it's a safe place t' get acclimated t' this world. Jackson'll wanna get to know you, so it ain't like we wouldn' be around. But London...ain't the best place t' learn to deal with it. Island's safer an' quieter."