They would have killed him, most likely. Martin thinks that and knows with a cold, settled certainty that he's right. That his own life is nothing next to Jon's, at least in Elias's eyes. That he and the rest of the assistants are, quite literally, fodder.

He watches him, silent, before he just shakes his head and starts packing up the remnants of lunch.

"I'm putting these in the refrigerator for you," he says, his voice a little stiff. "For when you decide that you're hungry again. I'll put some clean towels in the shower, too, though you should probably keep your hand from getting too wet."