Jack retrieved a tall glass for his student: it was a round one, decorated with a diamond pattern. It looked old-fashioned, even if it shone brightly in the sunlight coming through the windows. Jack poured water in it and gave the glass to Caleb.
Rather than returning to his chair, Jack leaned against the edge of his desk, sensing that this conversation would be less informal than most of the talks he held in his office.
"You feel guilty?" Jack questioned. While he agreed it might have been a risky move, he wasn't sure if it was a wrong one. "If you sung your song and it would've freed you lot, how would you have felt now?"