[ Martin. MAAAR-tin! Don't ask such things. YOU are just h u r t i n g yourself. No one wants that. Though there is that light squeeze to your shoulder of a hand that has chosen to linger while directing the way down the path towards the large fountain and the glowing, floating data point near it.

Jon's answer is accompanied by a small shake of his head. ]

Infuriating.

[ Now that's a great character trait to lead, isn't it? ]

Good hands. [ Beat. ] Perpetually restless, though... Those hands. [ Another pause. ] He cares a lot. Tries to help everyone. Fix everything- And tries very hard to convince people he's an ass. But... He died to protect Tommy from Billy. And Tommy... Hates him.

[ Yepp. Just trailing off here. That's the data point. A good time to stop this rambling before it gets too embarrassing, right? ]