That was one hell of a way to grow up, a way Jason could understand. Having pretty much given up on innocence before his father was arrested the last time. A survivor had no need for innocence. What had survived had died in a warehouse explosion with him and his birth mother.

"Sounds a lot like me and my former best friend. I had to cut him loose. He was cramping my style." He says it with an edge, but more an edge of sadness than his usual anger. He knew damn well that in his wallet he still had the photo of him, Roy and Kori stashed away out of sight. May that burning bridge light his way. "Well, it doesn't seem to be here, but maybe a new face can offer an olive branch in friendship." He offered his hand over then. "I'm Jason."