It's steadying, being able to hold Martin's hand, and Jon visibly relaxes a little, squeezing softly back. The eyes are behaving, remaining politely closed, for now.

"Right. It is far from right. Elias- Elias is no different from Jane Prentiss, or Simon Fairchild, or Annabelle Cain." Or me, he doesn't say. He's trying to remember which statements Martin might have seen, by February 2016. "They all serve the Entities. Beings made of fear. Different fears."