I'm not gonna say anything to them. I know where there are moments where I'm not supposed to say anything, no matter what I feel. This is one of them. That's why I'm telling you, and not them, but maybe you'll report it to them anyway. [It's not like he'd be surprised. Dissent within the ranks would cause problems, wouldn't it? But Jean wonders if that really matters here, considering everything.]

And I know it wouldn't be without a second thought, but I know you're capable of making those decisions. Maybe I'm afraid you'll become the type of person I can't count on. [He reaches for his water and sloshes it around within its glass container before it draws it to his mouth for a drink.

Without setting it back down afterward, he continues:] And would you accept that you were wrong? Does it mean the same thing to you that you might be? There are a lot of reasons why she might've saved us that day, and it might not have anything to do with us. I've thought of a lot of them ... I'm sure you have, too.