The lack of recognition is troubling, the confusion over the language he's taught Jean-Paul piece by piece is frustrating, but the inherent fear this man seems to carry... that feels soul-crushing. Wes allows himself to be hurt by the sight of this man's retreat. Rather than rethink his position, it allows him to affirm something he's always feared about himself. It seems clear that this is still Jean-Paul, and the man's mind has been changed by some force that defies them both. It won't be forever, surely, but without knowing the pattern of it or what can be done, Wes lets it hurt.

Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws his Fluid and opens a blank screen. It's been a long time since he's reverted to such measures with any of the men in the cabin, but he types with fast fingers into the text-to-speech reader.

WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT DID YOU FORGET, ME OR HOW TO SIGN?