"THAT'S ENOUGH." Jason's commanding voice rang clear, his approach had been ignored easily with the heated argument starting to go down. But this subject wasn't one that could be discussed like fools as the other one had. This was crossing a line, a large one. "None of you can change or determine what happens in those rings, and you know that. It's about survival from the first moment you're in there. If it were you, you would have killed them too, and you know it, so shut the fuck up with the whiney ass bullshit. All of us here have killed before, which means there's no one to throw the first stone. Who's the mother fucking bastard now?!?" He all but snarled as he placed himself directly between the one who was screaming, and the injured whelp who was still peeling himself off the ground. "Kyle's only lived as well as anyone could here on this damned place. But instead of realizing that, you've decided to do just what they want you to do, you fucker. You're starting fights, battles, between each other, on the off times. You could be bonded, be friends, and instead, you're forcing more death, more lines, and more danger. As individuals you will all fall to the fucking island and none of you will be free, ever. So if you intend to keep your lover safe, I would expect that you respect the rest of us as well, and get a move on."
Jason turned to Kyle, his eyes soft. "It's not your fault. You had no choice. You were caged like an animal. That's why we need to get you and everyone else off this damnable hunk of rock. No more owners. No more need to be pushed around or forced to kill. This was not your fault."