"We'll still be trapped here," Jag said, after a beat. He hated it, and his voice sounded a little tight for it, with that emotion stuck in his throat. "It'll be something, but..." They were trapped. Captive. They could do whatever they liked at the hotel, but it was still only the illusion of freedom, and Jag couldn't forget that. His blood might not be Roma, but his soul was, at this stage.