It is public record. [He allows. He'd been able to find it, starting off the whole bloody chapter of this Milesian mess.

There's a stillness to how he watches Miles, both in the fluidity of the change, or the source of that obvious self hate. Nothing enough to pass to the other two, he was still forming his thoughts, there.]

I would not weep if that particular fiction was not actively repeated. With any luck its repetition would be vanishing on its own.