[ Irving does flinch, rather like he's just been slapped, pale eyes widening slightly as his hand raises up to his marked neck. "Depending, of course, on how the angels have seen fit to designate you," says Jopson, with no mark at all. It isn't an innocuous comment, but rather weighted down with judgement.

Were this not something Irving already had his own deep concerns over then maybe he'd be less inclined to take it so personally -- and maybe he'd also think a little more about what Jopson might actually be getting at with those comments about Mr. Day -- but it's the thing he's sensitive about, so his instincts do not respond charitably. ]

Then you think I deserve this. [ His voice is low, level, but cold. ] It is your theory that I must also be in need of redemption just like all the rest. Is that right? Pray tell what it is about me, Jopson, that you feel merits such correction in the first place?

[ A dangerous question, probably, but he can't stop himself asking it. ]

Since you're so sure.