"What he said." Owen shrugged. Of course he knew it wasn't that easy. He was still convinced They were going to do something shitty to keep Simms, but maybe not. Maybe Simms would really be gone. Jesus, he hoped so. He caught Oliver's gaze.
"They're going to have a trial, and if you're found guilty, you're gone. You and Lila. If you ask me, you're wasting time standing here with us, when we've made shit pretty clear. Go home, if you know where that is, and enjoy your freedom while you've got it. Keep your hands off of her-" He meant Lila. "- and stay inside. I'm not going to beat you to death, but I can't promise other people won't try if they see you."