"... More like a relief." And that's enough truth. That's where he draws the line. This place pales in comparison to where they come from. It's like being on a goddamn vacation. If he thinks about it for too long, the guilt starts to weigh down on his chest. Some days he swears it's crushing him. Jet's back there. Jet and their girl. No one should know about that. They're alone and unprotected.

Ghoul's expression darkens and his hands clench into fists. "Listen, Howard. We need our secrets. You've got our faces, our masks are useless. Secrets are all we have. Get me? If you need to know somethin', we'll tell you." But he gets it. He does. He understands now. There's a hint of that smile from before. "Gotta respect that you're not prying. Really do. You're right, it's a start."

But it's not over. Not so fast.

"All in due time, huh?" There it is. That shit eating grin. He's not done with you, Galen Howard. Not even close.