Jonathan could hear Nao as he walked away. The dark parts of him were suppressed with the poison of the Orichalcum within him. Sadly it was mostly sweat out of him earlier when he was really helping out. Now he looked around making sure the people that were working were getting enough hydration. Dehydration was a better killer than him and he had watched good people die from it. He made his way back to the ‘children’ He called them. Even though most were just babes compared to him, even Ascot. True they had raw power but they lacked the experience to wield it wisely. At least that is what he thought about the new recruits. Ascot was just too emotionally hindered, his weakness some would call it. But Jonathan viewed this as one of the only reasons he stuck around in the MPC. 
“How are you all holding up?” He asked the group as he handed out water… lots of water.