"As I've seen it, you're the only one who's trying to kill." He said as he turned back to look at Elie. "These people I've known for nearly the entirety of my life. I trust them. And we've been leaving in peace. Why would any of them be trapping me when our lives together have been so..." The word stayed on the tip of his tongue for a moment, as if some faint realization was coming to him. It wasn't until now, when he was about to say this last word aloud, that he felt that feeling of how wrong everything was and why it was so. It all came back to that one word, which should be synonymous with 'impossible'.

"...ideal."

Gelda was trying to tug at his shoulder. "You know we'd never harm you, Jade. We care for you - we put up with you, unlike everyone else. And we're proud of you, Jade. Of the man you've become. No one can replicate that."

And Jade's eyes widened, his posture stiffening. Replicate. It was all coming back to him.

Everything about this was impossible. A shallow replica of an ideal fantasy. And he said, sharply and quietly. "I must leave."