“You--” Jones cuts the air with his hand again, silencing any of Q’s enthusiasm. “Jaden had an episode. He started...hearing things. I had to pull him out of traffic once during one such event.” Picking. Again. “All of my life, I feared him. And then he taught me that I never knew what fear was. My brother… metamorphosized. He always had to evolve, to change, to adapt -- and here you are.” Jones does not move an inch, but something burns deep in the eyes in has locked on Q. “Another incarnation. The discarded wardrobe of the Project's last season.”