Neither of us have a future. It was on the tip of his tongue (ha), or at least the forefront of his thoughts. Jarvis wasn't stung by the sharp remark. He'd never been particularly wounded by anything Tony threw his way if only because he always knew, with the kind of certainty that very rarely came along or could be seized upon, that Tony wasn't angry with him. The jab wasn't at his expense. The venom wasn't meant to settle in and burn, and even if it did, what could Jarvis do anyway? Those poor bastards in the districts still outranked him in the bigger scheme of things, all of which were dreadful in ways he couldn't articulate.
On account of how he was so clever in communicating and all.
Tony was rattled. Anyone would be. He got to be snappy, and Jarvis would take a few measured breaths and try not to remember that there were probably still piles of discarded clothing somewhere waiting for him to get back to them. And that blood stained in an incredibly inconvenient way, which was going to be difficult on Tony's formalwear. As usual.
"You know it wasn't you," he muttered, thumbing at the bridge of his nose. "It was at what you and the rest of the bodies manning that demonstration represented." The public saw Tony as an extension of Stane. The Capitol. The powers that be in all their grandeur and cruelty, and Jarvis only knew better because he'd been living in Tony's pocket for most of his life. If he'd ended up in someone else's service, he would probably be just as bitter, if not more.
Frowning, he dropped his hand before he could reach to bat Tony's aside. "You built that weapon and you brought it to their home. They saw it turned on friends and neighbors. No one is going to recall that you tried to stop it." That was not at all comforting. Was he meant to be comforting? Jarvis was really better at playing devil's advocate than he was trying to soothe anyone or anything. He shook off the uneasy feeling that seemed to have taken up residence in his stomach, or at least made a passing attempt, and considered the merits of pouring his own glass.