[ Jon has been dreading this. Which seems, on its face, ridiculous: after everything, it is exhausting to find himself still frightened of an alien with a glowing sword. But every Statement he took back in the dream feels incomplete, a taste just on the edge of awareness and an image just beyond his grasp, and he itches— suicidally— to grab for the details and pin them down. To pry Maul open again and catalogue his insides.

On the video, he is tense and unblinking. ]

I'm aware. [ This he says too soft and low, like he means it. ] But as all Sleepers seem to be forced into proximity, we seem to have little choice but to... focus on the external threats.