Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Darth Vader]

Jon would grumble lowly under his breath, a sharp sigh escaping him as his brown orbs would remain locked onto Adam. His 'titles' were most likely the over-exaggerated imagination of a boy his age, Jon knew, though he was still curios as to how exactly Adam hovered like that. A flying child wasn't something you witnessed every day, after all, especially not from where Jon came from. A part of him wanted to believe this was some wacky dream, but this was unlike anything he'd experienced in his slumber before. This all feels too real.

'What is it you want?" Jon would say in response. Where his tone of voice was once calm and dry, a certain edge of aggression and annoyance was now noticeable in the Lord Commanders voice. Jon had a hard exterior to break. He didn't lose his temper often, he could take a lot of hits. But he still had that emotion within him, and given his current circumstances, Jon couldn't care less if he did end up flipping.