Jason's point of view during Ultimatum. Word: Echo.
The man stood, waited. The gun trembled very faintly—his fingers were too tight around the grip. White-knuckled. Defensive.
Confused.
Jason gazed at him, searched for a way to phrase the response correctly. To fit an inexpressible idea to words.
And then the answer rose in his throat, as heavy as the shadow of the gallows: a dead man's final reflection three years and hundreds of miles ago.
"Look at us. Look at what they make you give."