“Everybody here, in Oz I mean, comes from somewhere else,” said Esmé slowly. “My parents were Yugoslav and Italian, and yet, I’m neither. And not just because they … because of what happened to me, but because this is a country which lets you be what you want to be.”
“And?” invited Keith.
“And that means you can be a lord all you want—“
“—I don’t want—“
“—but here in Oz, you’re just Jason.” She turned sideways and kissed him on his cheek.
He kissed her back. “I’m so glad I met you all,” he said, his voice wobbling a little. “When I got here I was so … things were so bad. I was grieving and … I just wanted to hide, like a wounded animal. And then I met you all, and Eleanor and Graeme, and now I feel happier. I’ll never forget Brent or how I could have saved him if I’d been a better person.” He looked away, his eyes dark and his face drawn. He drew a deep breath. “You guys made me welcome. You helped me heal. So. I’m going to make a difference. A difference in my new country.”