Feeding them only half of the truth will do more harm than good. Let them think what they want. I don’t care anymore.” Anna looked at Jason’s impassive face. She remembered the wild, animated man she had met just a couple of years ago. He seemed much older despite, if anything, looking younger. There was a tiredness to him, to the way his alien eyes watched the world around him. “Coming back to this world has done more to you than going to the other one did, hasn’t it?” she asked.
