[ Ben thinks about Vanya, with an awful little lurch of nausea, remembering his siblings, shutting her in that vault. The way she'd screamed and pounded at the door. Luther, stopping any of them letting her out. Himself, still a ghost, unseen, unheard, unable to do anything at all, the same way he had been for so many years.

There's no hesitation at all in his reply: ]

Got it. No cages.

[ He wonders what other alternatives there might be, for stopping the process if it has already started. But for now, he is going to focus on pure prevention, and on topics that are less demonstrably upsetting for her. ]

You know your needs better than I would, obviously, so maybe take a couple days and come up with one, and a phrase or a word that'll let people know if things are getting bad?