[It's not that he forgets what Martin went through. But it does, sometimes, lose focus in his mind. Jon is quiet again for a long while. He can't discount Martin's side of things without belittling the horror he'd gone through. Jon had been able to turn to other people. Martin had had... himself. And Peter Lukas, when the man had deigned to turn up.
Slowly, Jon loosens his grip and lets his hands fall from his hair into his lap.]
It... doesn't matter. I'm sorry. I still need to fix this. I can't... this isn't one I can just let stand.
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Slowly, Jon loosens his grip and lets his hands fall from his hair into his lap.]
It... doesn't matter. I'm sorry. I still need to fix this. I can't... this isn't one I can just let stand.