"I'm here, Martin, I-I'm here, it's alright," Jon tries to reassure him, stepping closer, kneeling just before him. This is too close--- Jon knows it, he knows nothing good could come of this--- but try as he might to appeal to reason, he can't help it.

"I'm so sorry. You're--- you're going to be alright, I know it doesn't feel like it, but I promise, once all is said and done, you're going to be okay. Okay?" He reasons, quiet, desperate. He isn't even sure that Martin can really hear him. If he tried, if he looked and attempted to Know, he'd understand that he doesn't, but he can't bring himself to. Not yet, at least. "Look, I'm right here. I'm here, Martin. I'm not going anywhere."