Once the immediate danger passes, Jon’s demeanor shifts, ever so slightly; it’s the difference between the Archivist, an avatar of The Eye, and Jonathan Sims. Both are the same man, but one is more human than the other. He quietly exhales a deep breath and reaches a hand up to prod at his miraculously healed face, but keeps a wary eye on Murmur.

“I could ask you the same,” he answers, curtly. “What are you? And why did you attack me?”