Tony paused, feeling a twist somewhere in there. Ghost was going. He was going fast if he were so honest. Tony may not have unlimited access to the internet through his brain, but he could remember things. Jabal Tariq was an interesting name.

It was a compliment, he supposed. He felt a sadness that he hadn't been around. Ghost had always been unstable, he'd always needed a hand. In the City, he'd pulled him in, put his brain to use, helped him focus his attentions toward what was necessary, put him toward a greater purpose.

But now he couldn't. Was Ghost too fargone? He needed to help him, no, everyone who'd been touched by this. He'd couldn't do it from here.

"Ghost. Have you ever been able to alter your suit, to pass through one thing and not the other?" He needed this, he needed Ghost.