Jon exhales, a soft huff of... well, of a lot of things. Relief. Concern. Resignation, but not a bad sort.
"I know," he says, voice so painfully earnest right now. "You're right." He looks past Martin a moment, up at the two portals, and back into his face.
It's just them. He has people he knows here, people he trusts, but no one he trusts like Martin.
And they have so little time, right here.
"I can't see what the truth is about the Singularity," he says after a second. Because Martin's right, he can't hide things. Even what he doesn't know. "What needs to happen to it. If Ambrose is right, or one of the others."
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"I know," he says, voice so painfully earnest right now. "You're right." He looks past Martin a moment, up at the two portals, and back into his face.
It's just them. He has people he knows here, people he trusts, but no one he trusts like Martin.
And they have so little time, right here.
"I can't see what the truth is about the Singularity," he says after a second. Because Martin's right, he can't hide things. Even what he doesn't know. "What needs to happen to it. If Ambrose is right, or one of the others."