"God I don't know," Steven says, looking straight at her with eyes just as wide. "I know that we can't, that we just fade to unconsciousness and wake up at a Pokemon center with half our money gone--but I don't know about the natives. I, uh, had been taking care to stop while they were still breathing."

He'd been sitting loose and sprawled on his own half of the couch, not caring how much space he takes up, but suddenly he straightens himself too, leaning forward towards Lydia.

"We could probably test it," he says. "Like, fuck, I don't-- I don't know who with. We'd have to ask Jack. God, he'd probably want to come with, you know? Killing people's not illegal in his future. Everyone does it."