To call any part of Pandoria’s hostile, poisonous, radioactive environment the Safe Zone would likely earn a laugh from most anyone who ever stepped into its humid air. Losing sight of a portal and wandering aimlessly, looking for a rift back to the island has been described, on more than one occasion, as worse than falling into hell. Even humans built to survive it begin to deteriorate after so long - one Anne Von Blyssen is more than sufficient testament to that.
Piper would be an example too, if they untied the ribbon of her eyepatch and let the blinding neon light behind it shine through. If they saw that her curly pink hair had never been dyed.
Pandoria is not safe. Not anywhere.
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