[How hateful, that while to others, this comes as a surprise, and to them, it is simply business as usual. Give someone a carrot on a stick, and they will do what they can to get it, desperation and fear winning out over all.]

[He grimaces, tilting his head as he frowns at the waves.]

Find the organizers. Find a way off this island to where we belong. We were brought here. There must be a way back.

...And you, Xiao?