For a moment Julien closes his eyes, both sets of eyelids pressing tight. Then he opens the outer ones and turns around, his pupils tight. At a distance it's harder to see his inner eyelids, their main effect is that they cut the reflective shine on his eyes. "I - yeah, if anyone should know, it's you."

He wants to cross his arms across his chest, but that would be defensive-looking. Julien makes his hands slide into his pockets, feigning casualness, aware that he is sweating. It's okay, he knows, if he looks uncomfortable here, this is an uncomfortable topic. "So I found out a bit about the Apostle. Whatever he is, there's this disease they carry that doesn't hurt them, but uh... well, it killed seventy percent of humanity in two years and wasn't done yet."