Jon breathes through his nose a moment before entering, blinking away the very vivid image of everything that had happened just hours before. Elias' calm explanations, the steady, sympathetic way he explained there were no hard feelings for what he was about to do, and at the time all Jon could numbly wonder was if he said the same to Gertrude before the end.

He closes the door behind him. "Martin..." He repeats that, because he wasn't sure what there was to say. Well, admittedly there was plenty, but at the moment the best he can do is walk forward in silence. He should tell Martin they needed to leave, to get out of this crime scene and go home and lick their wounds. He should try and figure out what even happened from here on out.

"You saved me." He says instead, a little dazed still as he blinks rapidly a moment and swallows at the dry feeling in his mouth. "It... thank you."