Not destroying the world is the only thing Jon's pleased with himself about, and he can't even take credit. That was Ambrose.

"Three cells down. Martin Blackwood." He gestures vaguely, motions stilted with restraint. "He's from about two years before my time," he adds, raised eyebrows acknowledging that bit of absurdity. "Which... is before he and I became involved, and before he knew very much about the things we were facing."