"Love," she said gently. "It isn't about the brilliance of the ideas. There are traps, and they control our powers. They can knock us out any time they like, and do anything they'd like while we're down. They take people away for days at a time. Sometimes they return them. Sometimes they don't.
"There's no way off the island. They've tried. Any way to escape has been crippled or barricaded, or neutralized in some way. It ... will probably be the same here. There are sharks in the water, who knows what in the jungle, and lording over us all are the bastards who captured us."
Lily smiled sadly, because in him she saw the hope they'd slowly chipped out of her over the months. They'd abuse him just the same, over time. It was painful to know that, and it was always harder to look at a child and know what was coming for them.
She nodded in agreement. "There will be an end some day. One way or another." She didn't think 'home' was an option ... not for those who'd been here for a while, but Lily wasn't quite ready to admit to a death sentence.