He bit back saying 'they aren't eyes' because it really didn't matter what they were - intellectually sophisticated or not, explaining advanced technology when you didn't have it on hand to demonstrate wasn't going to be sufficient to understanding.

He watched as Guy climbed down, only glancing over to Joan once. She reminded him of John so much sometimes that it nearly hurt.

He hadn't exactly been good at being watched either. Though you think he'd be used to it, after his brother. (Well that thought had come utterly unbidden. How long had it been since he'd thought about his brother?)

"You'll see the extent of it soon enough. Everything it edited, of course, so who knows - perhaps the story they wish to tell the capitol of you is a brainless barbarian. If you play it up, it may go to your favour, but don't count on it. Our stories are more to their whims than ours."