"Well, if you're actually interested in sharing any more, I won't stop you," they say, "But I definitely won't make you, either. We've both had enough of our lives placed in front of an audience for one night."

They are trying not to think too hard about how people still had their cameras out for this person's declaration of their own body as a war crime.

"Call me Leviathan, by the way. I really appreciate your help back there." And they pause for the briefest of moments before trying not to sound as embarrassed as they feel. "I know I just said I won't make you share more, but..." And they place a hand to their own chest and look at their companion quizzically.