Jon frowns, letting out a short breath.

"You were a child. There's no way you could have known what was to come, nor the gravity of it. Even the most difficult eleven year-old isn't considering the worst-case scenarios."

Not that he's in any place to argue, after the death of the teenager who'd been by so often to lend his grandmother a hand, caused entirely by his hand on that book. But that's beyond the point.

"...So he went into the building site. Did you follow?"