"Maybe." Jacob shrugs, resigned to Porter Bullshit. "Or maybe I just knew a different version of Manabu. Like another draft of the same file. Does it matter?"

He almost places a comforting hand on Manabu's shoulder, then thinks better of it. He settles for using his Earnest Voice instead.

"The important thing is that I know you're a good man," he says. "We trained together, saved lives together. It tore me up when you got Ported out."