[He's completely, utterly unprepared for that. For any of it. If he weren't sitting on the floor already, he'd have fallen over. Whatever he was expecting, an accusation wasn't it.]

I... What? What are you talking about?

[Jolt's feelings hit him like a brick in the face. His expression crumbles, the wave of loneliness fighting against his own confusion. He barely manages the next words - his voice is thick, angry under the mirrored pain, despite the tears in his own eyes.]

There... is... no one... else. Who said that...?