“Because I am not a sociopath?” ’Well, most days anyway.’ He told her resolutely. In truth, he did actually consider her offer. It was tempting, he knew the greater part of him would never let him force the young mare to sacrifice more years off of her life just so he could go home. But he considered it. He then considered Crimson's description of how she pulled him from beyond the veil in the first place and a niggling doubt tugged at the back of his mind. About the possibility of her tearing a hole through the veil and landing him in oh, lets say, down town Mogodishu, or North Korea. Or fifty feet in the air. Or the middle of the Atlantic ocean.