[Blue is silent and still, absorbing the raw reactions radiating from the boy. those are more important than the questions all leading to the Scarab.

some time after those words, he moves, reaching toward one of the small, colorless drawer units in the room and lifting a hand cloth out of it. gingerly, he takes hold of Jaime's wrist and guides his hand down, placing the cloth in it. there is nothing but silence for the boy in that touch; Blue's closed off that two-way connection, willing to feel those incoming emotions alone.

softly:] This is only one piece of the puzzle, Jaime, harsh as it is. There are many things we still don't understand about them, about what led them to that moment in time in conflict with us.

[his hand, shifting from his wrist to his shoulder, squeezes it a little for his attention.]

But we were not wrong, taking the action we did. I believe that.