[It's a relief when Elias steps away, but even still, his presence in this room, in this place looms large. Jon stands up, hating the pervading sense of helplessness sloshing around like ice water in his stomach. He feels sick with it. With himself for just letting it happen.]
You're very thorough.
[It's his only comment before he's out the door and slinking down the corridor like a kicked tomcat. He'll just... record something. Nothing like a feast of unsalted crackers to wash down the humiliation.]
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You're very thorough.
[It's his only comment before he's out the door and slinking down the corridor like a kicked tomcat. He'll just... record something. Nothing like a feast of unsalted crackers to wash down the humiliation.]