Jack's chest feels tight like something is sitting on it but he nods slowly, his expression solemn to tell Oliver he understands exactly the depth of what he's being told.

I didn't know.

It wasn't any excuse and even if it was, he wouldn't dare. He was not (he wanted to believe) so callous.

"I don't want you to be trapped. Out here," one pale hand indicated the small hut lit only by the firelight, then pointed at Oliver's chest.

"Or in there."