[They look so fragile huddled together like that. He's through with fighting off "weak" emotions, through with worrying how something might look to some unknown observer. Besides, it's late, and Marie's dead, even if her robots are still lurking somewhere. There is no one who would mock him now, nor any of them. Thinking through this has let him hesitate enough. As best he can, Jonathan holds on to these two who have become his brothers, and swallows hard to try and clear the knot of emotions from his throat.

It'd've been too much to try to talk around it.]

I can string words together real pretty when it's for someone else's sake. Speaking for myself... not so much. And it's selfish, so...

[He takes a few shaky breaths, trying to find that calm again. It's not quite a success, but when he speaks, his voice still sounds like it did.]

Whatever path you take - whatever path you both take, I won't judge you for it. Just... [don't leave me behind! don't go where I can't follow! don't be like my father, don't go! don't go, don't leave me!]

Just don't hem yourself in. Please.