They hold hands, as they tended to in the vault that sacrificed pride for the truth, and Neil Park begins to believe that he might be going off-kilter. There was a smattering of calm throughout that ridiculous quest, but the remaining unease has come back with a vengeance, and it's fucking up that previous resolve.

Neil inhales, managing to succeed at keeping still. "Okay. I'll try." He smiles, the expression requiring effort. "You might be able to pick out what I might have fucked up."