It's a challenge sometimes to let her go on until she's finished and not to interject, but it's important to whatever this is going to be that they start out as they intend to continue, and Jasper isn't in the habit of interrupting. Everything she's saying matches up with everything she's feeling, and although it's a roiling tangle as it always is, he's relieved that they seem to have made up the ground he'd lost them by not being truthful.

There's a sharp yank of a hook in his heart at the idea of losing her when he's hardly even adjusted to the idea that they might have her in the first place, but when she's finished, he stirs, turning around again to look up at the stars, wishing again that Alice was there. They should be talking about this, the three of them, not just him muddling through on the brief understanding of Alice's vision, a vision which may not even be true anymore, for all he knows.

"Being turned is not something we would ever insist upon," he says quietly, staring out into the woods. "Not ever. We...none of us had the choice, except Bella. Alice was turned because it was the only way to protect her against being murdered by a vampire who had his sights on her. I was turned to be a part of Maria's army. Carlisle saved Edward and Esme and Rosalie and Emmett from their certain deaths. That's how it usually happens, when there's no other option. Even Bella waited to be turned until she was nearly gone, and she'd wanted it."

But that isn't what really needs addressing. "I can't say how this is going to work," he continues at last, sounding somehow weary even if he doesn't get tired anymore. "I don't know. I truly do not. But thus far, the only agreement you've made is to come meet Alice. I think leaving it at that for now is enough."