"Do you think they know if the rifts are attached to us? Maybe they are guessing as much as we are." He chuckled. "You really don't like not knowing what's going on, do you? But I doubt they have all the answers, either. If they did, they wouldn't have been here, two years later."
Tommy sighed. "I don't think we'll ever be in the sun, Oliver. No matter where we are, what we do, we'll have to lie about who we are and what we do. I'm not getting plastic surgery. That I can tell you. We have very little left of who we are. I'm not giving up the last aspect of our individuality.
"We'd be hunted there as well. Can you really be there and never see your family? Never tell them what's going on?" It wasn't as simple as Oliver made it out to be. "Are we putting our dimension in danger? If we are connected to the rifts, are we going to cause more rifts to appear, condemning more people to this life? And we'd really have each other and no one else. Ever. It would be the two of us, because we wouldn't be able to trust anyone. There's be no family, no friends, no lovers. How long would you be able to do what you want without turning bitter, without becoming nothing more than a killer? I get wanting to help, but I don't want to lose you in the process."