Panel 1: In Iz's hospital room, Rose holds Iz's hand and leans in close as he cries.
Rose: You're not Mr. Jones, Iz.
Iz: But I'm...capable of...
Panel 2: She leans her head against his and raises a hand to his cheek.
Rose: Who cares? It doesn't matter what you're capable of. It matters what you do.
Panel 3:
Rose: Do you think you're likely to become a time-manipulating mastermind who will drug me and steal my blood?
Iz: No.
Panel 4:
Iz: But neither...did he.
Rose: We'll just have to make extra sure to curb your evil-chessmaster impulses.
Alt-Text: That can be really difficult. Evil-chessmaster impulses tend to sneak up on you.
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