I'd prefer not to bother him. Keeping him entirely uninvolved is probably impossible though, honestly.

[Because it was the two of them, together. That was the deal.

He flips idly through the file, curious despite himself. He can't help but snort softly when she mentions Khalil though.]

Khalil? I genuinely just explained some of the horrors we've seen, what these creatures can do, and how he could potentially help us stop them. And asked him to write down what he knew. Everyone else went in there like he was a dangerous mass-murderer rather than a scared victim who'd been manipulated. Amazing what a little kindness and empathy will do.

[He hadn't even used his abilities in the interrogation. Didn't really need to.

He blinks at her when she asks, unafraid because he thinks his threshold for fear is entirely broken by this point. And it's not the right question anyway.]

I mean, I really am Jonathan Sims. I grew up in Bournemouth. I'm not some... shapeshifter or impostor or... body hopping cultist.