Harry held his grin. "At least you still remember my name."
"So it really is you." Jax studied him. "And here I'd half talked myself into believing some other player had already finished you off, leaving me to lie awake worrying about those poor doomed comrades of yours, the ones who will be stuck living out the rest of their lives trapped in this world. And yet here you are. Having fun."
Harry took a step forward. "Fun?" A low laugh dragged itself out of him, rough and cracked at the edges. "Kehh. You can't even begin to imagine what I went through behind those closed doors. The humiliation. The pain. Every single day, every single night, and every last bit of it tracing back to one person. You."
