So I did. [Jason doesn't want to talk about the harp. He doesn't want to talk about his ill-fated attempt on Loki's life. In fact, he's not going to talk about the harp. At least, not in the way where it leads him to talking about what it did to him. Acknowledging it is a whole other ballpark.] One of the variables of this world threw a fastball my way, and I couldn't dodge it. [There. That takes care of it. He doesn't need to talk about the stupid harp any further.]

Thing is, you didn't. You were on my ass every step of the way from day one, and you just vanished. I still don't know what happens to a shardbearer's locket when they lose their shard, so I kept talking. Maybe someone would have helped me find what I needed to know. ["Someone" is said like he doesn't mean Hiro.]

I can put up a show of not giving a damn. But here we are. [At those words, he stops, the fire burning more brightly, encompassing more of his hand. Jason wants to look intimidating with the shadows of the flame bouncing off his face as he looks down at Hiro.]

So, what gives? Why the death wish? You like this world that much?