don't look now (everything's on fire)

Two-part in which I delve into both sides of Jasper Jordan that could result from his imprisonment in Mount Weather. Firstly: "His fingers scrabble at the window, slams his shoulder, face, fists against the unrelenting surface - primal, raw, furious." Secondly: "The walls are always there, always white - he thrives in the blankness of the room, and his struggle fades. Finally safe.