"It's not that simple." It's an automatic response. "People don't leave Paradise Island."

Which is maybe a collision of different thoughts in her head -- because somehow καναρίνι logically does have to get rid of Oliver before someone finds him -- even though that though existing in her head is chilling, and already stubbornly unwelcome, the last thing she wants is him even out of her sight -- and at the same time, she can remember. How many times she asked.

Begged. Pleaded. Grateful to be alive. Grateful to be saved. But needing to get home.
It'd been years, but it felt suddenly so fresh in the back of her mind.
Waking up here. Wanting to go home. Her parents. Laurel.