"I didn't know that." He'd like to learn, though. God, whole other worlds--

One thing at a time.

A deep breath, and Neal turns to lean his back against the railing and look at Jedao properly. Not in the face, maybe, not if eye contact makes Jedao any kind of uncomfortable that Neal can catch, but at least toward him.

"You were right. About me needing to leave. I was-- When you said it, I heard--"

He takes in a slow, deep breath. "There's a lot I need to figure out. And..."

And what? God, he feels like a failure all at once. Like he's giving up, proving everyone who looks at him as fractured or fragile right. Neal rubs his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, softly. "Even if you think I was only telling you the truth, the truth doesn't have to be told as a weapon."