Martin sits heavily down on the bench, resting his hands in his lap so his fingers can twine together in nervous fidgets.

"Well. We'll find a way to fix it. We must, surely, if you're still going eighteen months later. We'll-- get you and Tim to talk, properly, since you can't really claim that keeping us in the dark was protecting us, now. We'll take care of Elias, together, we'll--"

He grimaces for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and push past the monumentous size of just those two tasks. "We'll make something happen."