Jon moves his hands from his pockets, folding his arms across his chest. There's the sticking point, the bit of it that he's tried to put out of sight, and therefore, out of mind. It was only a matter of time before doing so bit him in the ass.

"We don't know if the nightmares stick like they did back home," His defense has little actual push back. It speaks very clearly that he hasn't bothered to check. "And it's... necessary. There's too much going on to have me any less than fully at the ready. Plus, what if there's a through-line? Something specific that's happened to people, that points to why they've been brought here? Shouldn't we try to understand that? The Ocularum, they--- intend to research that. It could get the barrier down, sooner rather than later. It's difficult now, but wouldn't a breakthrough like that be worth it?"

His justifications ramble on, and he's clearly not only been thinking long and hard about what he's doing, but has tried to seek whatever validation in doing so he can find. It's flimsy, even still.