[Oh. He didn't know what he thought would happen, but Jinx crying and turning to ice in front of him wasn't it. He hadn't seen enough blood magic at work to expect this. And yet even with the calmness he feels, that sense of peace--he can't leave her like this. He can't not do something.

He does turn around then, stepping back toward the bench and her. He doesn't even avoid the ice. He knows how to walk lightly after all these years. He bends down instead, right in front of her. He's close enough to feel the cold emanating from her but doesn't touch. Not yet.]

Yeah, I know. No one wanted what happened that night, 'cept Silco. Doesn't change what happened. We all made choices then. Gonna keep making them. Life is choices. Just because we can't go back doesn't mean we are stuck where we're at now.