I don't-- [slowly rubs his face] I don't know what I want.

[both hands curl softly into loose fists.]

It would... It would be good to know, yeah? What he knows. To be prepared, and to know, and maybe we could prevent bad things, and...

[he trails off, continuing that negative train of thought in silence. transparency and icy cold slowly spreads even further up the arm that Jon's holding.]

I don't know what I want, but what I want doesn't matter, does it? We have to do what's best for everyone.