Palamedes answers with a short, tight not. Cecelia is right; <>i>naturally she is right, this is why he had let the entire dreadful business spill out to her. He could drive himself mad trying to predict what will happen when John fully remembers who he is, or merely succumbs to whatever instincts drove him to destroy planets or kill those supposedly under his protection.

But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be cautious. Taking off his glasses and briefly presses his thumb and finger into his eyelids, he sighs. “I know there’s no action I can take. And I know worrying myself into the ground won’t do any good.” He offers a faint smile. “But I want to keep an eye on him, just in case things do take a…less savory turn. I don’t wish to sow discord, but I don’t intend on giving him any more of his trust. And, if I may be so bold, I hope I can entreat you to continue to keep your distance from him as well.”