Clara and Tanek Safe? Tanek felt the word echo through his head, unsure if he even understood what that word meant. He knew that they had less to worry about here, but... All of them were broken in different ways. Bayani and his rage, Imani and her muteness. And him, of course. Him and his drugs, him and his thrill seeking, him and his... 'addiction to dying,' as Sorin called it.
Sorin. The only one of them who had come out of almost normal.
Safe. Safe was an illusion.
But, when you looked at Clara, he did not have the heart to tell her that safety was a lie. Instead, he gave her a rueful grin. "Yeah. That would be nice." He blinked and shook his head, trying to disspell his bleak thoughts. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to bring your evening down. My past? Is not a very happy land."