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Yeah, I, um- I didn't want to believe it, either. We thought- we assumed she was missing, just for a time, and - it had to do with the Others. The Not-Them?

[ martin sits up, but he's staring at his hands as he talks now, even as one of the dogs shifts to flop its head into his lap. ]

It had to do with- a table, or something, I don't know, I wasn't really- I'm still not entirely sure what the details were, but she got - taken over when Jane Prentiss attacked the Institute. Everything was in shambles, and no one even noticed-- we had an interloper for about a year.

[if jon was in a less shocked state of mind he'd likely snap at martin to make more sense- others? not-them? but he wasn't less shocked, and martin didn't look any better than he felt- far worse, really.

something strikes him though, and he pales] A table- the table from statement 0070107? The one you and Elias wanted destroyed? It didn't-

[welp, now he was wondering if ignoring martin and elias' suggestions somehow led to sasha's death. good times for everyone.] Oh lord.

[ this insanity has barely been happening for any amount of time at all, but it feels foreign and impossible to him that jon wouldn't know what he's referring to. ]

It, um- it got destroyed somehow. And that's when... yeah. Um.

[ martin shrugs, still not looking jon in the face. ]

Sorry, I told you that- it wouldn't be good for you to know.

[he sits back, dazed and digesting the information. if it was someone else it would be easier for denial to kick in but martin- no, out of anyone he knew martin couldn't throw this sort of thing around. after a long minute he blinks as if to start up again, reaching to pull off his glasses and rub his face.]

Martin... if I had done what you said would it have saved her? [he asks quietly before swallowing and continuing stronger.] No, no I... I asked. You have nothing to be sorry for.

What? No- no, that's not- that wouldn't have saved her, Jon. I don't think so, at least. Probably would've gotten someone killed sooner, honestly.

[ he rubs his face, ignoring the cooling tea on the table. ]

Prentiss is gone. I've said that already, right? She's gone, we don't have to worry about her anymore.

[ he's trying so hard to provide jon with an upside here. ]

[he doesn't look sure how to take that, but ultimately nods. martin was a terrible liar, at least he thought so, and he assumed martin at least believed what he said.

he's quiet a few moments more, absentmindedly petting one of the dogs when it seems to sense his distress and plop it's head in his lap as if that fixed things.] What about Tim? Is he alright?

Tim's alive. He's sort of, um.

[ martin struggles for a moment for the word, obviously uncertain, before he supplies: ]

He's been in a mood for a while. But he'll be alright, I think. There are some, um- some new people working there now, too. In Research, with us.

Oh, I... suppose we would need to- with Sasha. [jon's still clearly trying to digest that, swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat to focus on tim and these new people.]

Understandable, I mean it sounds... a lot has happened. Tim's never been one to take change particularly well. [he exhales] Who are the new workers? Anyone I know?

Melanie King? I think she's given you her statement already?

[ martin presses his hand to his face, sinking a little back against the couch. ]

She used to be with Ghost Hunt UK. And then, um- Basira Hussain too, now, but I don't think you know her yet.

No, I can't say I know any Basira Hussains but- Melanie King?

[at least he's distracted by this, sounding incredulous] Are you certain? Is this the same Melanie King who spent a good few minutes mocking the Institute at every turn?

One and the same.

[ martin sounds a little exasperated. ]

She really needed a job.

Lord, there had to be a better candidate to replace- [and he makes himself sad, lips thinning. he closes his eyes, exhaling, before opening them again to regard martin.]

It doesn't matter. It ah... I'm sorry, for what it's worth. [he's trying to be comforting. Badly.]

It was fine. I was handling it fine. Just-

[ martin glances up at him, pointedly- ]

You don't have to protect us, okay? I know it's - I know this isn't going to mean anything to you now, and you're not gonna remember this, but - you don't have to protect us. That's not your job. We're already neck-deep in everything, whether or not you're there.

[jon blinks, clearly startled at that] I ah-

[it was frustrating, not really seeing the full conversation. his lips thin and he thinks of spiders- of one spider in particular, of a bully who died when maybe it could have been different. he thinks about sasha.]

You're right, I don't know what you mean and you should know I can't just agree not to try and protect my subordinates when I can. Especially after Sasha. It-

[he frowns, then exhales slowly] I know I'm... dismissive of statements, skeptical, but that doesn't mean I don't know there are truly awful things out there. They're rare, of course, but they exist- Leitner and his ilk, for example. And I don't... [he shifts, slightly awkward] I may also be dismissive of you and the others but I will not let you be picked off if I can help it.

[ martin glances over at him, a little surprised at this answer. ]

Dismissive of- oh, no, that's not - that's not what I'm saying, Jon. You're not- oh my god, I completely forgot how much has changed over the past year. This is- this is actually sort of brutal.

[ but it looks like some of the tension is easing from his face, at least. this is so, so close to actually being funny. ]

[again he's left clueless, and good old season one jon answers that by being a grumpy shit of course. did you miss this, martin]

For god's sake- what are you saying then? You're being so vague it's like talking to Elias about budget renewals.

[ha. ha.]

[ yes, he did. he missed this a lot, actually. ]

I just meant- I know you believe in this stuff. And I know you're trying to keep us safe. That's all.

Oh. [well, alright. that made sense, things sound like they got... supernatural. rather hard to remain so intensely skeptical to everyone during that.

the other bit, keeping them safe, makes him uncomfortable.] Martin, what exactly do you think I'm trying to keep you safe from?

[ martin glances at him, a little surprised by the question, before he finally shrugs. ]

I dunno. Sort of wish you'd tell us.

I see... [he sighs, rubbing his temple] In all honesty Martin I always assumed Leitner was the greatest evil out there. Suppose he's out of the question now.

Just go ahead and give that title to Elias, okay? And- and also the police. Did you know the police can be terrible?? [ because it was NEWS TO HIM ]

What on earth did Elias do? You said he was 'creepy,' a word that means basically nothing and may as well be lumped in with spooky. [punch season 1 jon]

I... what? Nevermind, on thing at a time. Tell me what great evil Elias pulled.

Martin rubs his palms against the knees of his trousers. He can't not tell Jon at this point, but still: it's making him nervous.

"He, um- he's the one who killed Gertrude Robinson and Jurgen Leitner. He... Says he has his reasons? But I don't know if they're any good."

Well. Consider Jon completely floored.

"He- Elias? Elias murdered Gertrude and- and Jurgen Leitner?" He says Leitner as if Leitner was some powerful beast he can't imagine Elias being able to defeat. He then blinks a few times, letting that settle. "I... He said Gertrude died in the line of duty."

"Yeah, well... either he was lying, or that was just him making a really twisted joke." He hesitates, hand moving back to his dog's head. "Look, you don't have to believe me. I wouldn't blame you if you don't? It's not like any of that matters here, anyway. It's just- it's gonna take me a little while to adjust to being back."

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