[ His eyes go so, so bright and hopeful at the words we won.
He listens. Startles at the claim that— that Elias is Jonah Magnus, that this is how all those puzzle pieces fit together— it makes his brow furrow and his expression go distant, for a moment, trying to comprehend the shape of that. What it means, what it explains.
What snaps him back immediately are the words Peter threw me into the Lonely.
Jon is half-rising from his seat, a frantic edge to his expression, like he needs to check Martin over for harm— but the rest of it stops him. That he killed Peter. That he walked in, like he'd walked into the Buried, but for Martin, and—
And he—
The rest barely processes. The pang of Daisy's... relapse... is distant. Because there's a building flush across his face, now, something searching and vulnerable in his eyes. ]
This all— this really happened? We went on the run together? Just... us? [ There's another prickle of compulsion in the words. It feels... right, but it doesn't quite slot into place in the way of something he Knows; there's something there, but it's just beyond his reach. The static fades, and now he just looks... lost. ] I... don't know why I can't remember. I'm... I'm sorry.
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He listens. Startles at the claim that— that Elias is Jonah Magnus, that this is how all those puzzle pieces fit together— it makes his brow furrow and his expression go distant, for a moment, trying to comprehend the shape of that. What it means, what it explains.
What snaps him back immediately are the words Peter threw me into the Lonely.
Jon is half-rising from his seat, a frantic edge to his expression, like he needs to check Martin over for harm— but the rest of it stops him. That he killed Peter. That he walked in, like he'd walked into the Buried, but for Martin, and—
And he—
The rest barely processes. The pang of Daisy's... relapse... is distant. Because there's a building flush across his face, now, something searching and vulnerable in his eyes. ]
This all— this really happened? We went on the run together? Just... us? [ There's another prickle of compulsion in the words. It feels... right, but it doesn't quite slot into place in the way of something he Knows; there's something there, but it's just beyond his reach. The static fades, and now he just looks... lost. ] I... don't know why I can't remember. I'm... I'm sorry.
[ He swallows. Fumbles for words. ]