"I'm not," Barry murmurs. They're almost to his bungalow. They all look the same, and Barry's been so long in Nevrione he's nearly forgotten how to find it, but they're almost at the door. Barry reaches it and tugs it open, speaking more softly now in case his suitemates are sleeping.

"I don't think you are, either. If you tried to change it, there was a reason beyond your own gain."