He is quiet for a moment as well, inspecting his whiskey. At least the question is one he can answer easily.

"It's cyclical. Something happens around the turn of the month, then worsens about halfway in." He has a sip of his whiskey, for something to do as he tries to find a simple explanation. "This month began with people suddenly bleeding pink, among other things. Everyone's personalities and powers became... skewed in some way. Then the executions begin mid-month."

In a way, for all that it's terrifying and humiliating and he can no longer show his face with ease, the public trials aren't so bad as Ultimate Archivist has been. It's only by virtue of a very valuable and powerful elixir that Jon doesn't have more than the two eyes, now. That he isn't a danger to everyone around him.