"Was this before the- damnit all." Not being about to ask questions is killing him. He's too nosy. Fucking Elias and the fucking Beholding. "Nevermind, just... point out if I start asking questions, I'm trying not to." But he's nosy.

The fact Martin's only reaction is 'that's fine' throws him for a bit of a loop, and he ignores the throat bit. "I wasn't but- lord, Martin, I'm not even human. I don't even know how far this goes, and frankly Elias was god damned right. What does it matter if I wasn't doing it on purpose, I wanted to know and that fed this... this thing that's binding us all. I don't know where curiosity begins and it ends, or what it means for you, what the statements are doing to you or what an assistant truly is if the head of the Institute is some all knowing beast and the archivist is just his pet monster."

He stands and starts pacing as he says all this, someone's getting worked up. Frankly he was terrified about what this meant for the assistants, it felt too late for him and Elias, whatever the hell they were now.