Dante's presence was a necessary evil: they all were, necessary evils in presence, but with dante's words jack felt something in him tighten, tense. a deep ancient part of him simply [glow=black,2,300]b r e a t h e d[/glow] awake for the first time in...

it was sudden as it was expected, silentgrave's words were law, and jack held in a sigh. not allowing the emotion- resignation to flicker through the mor's face but he instead leaned, watching by simply looking up- as bara was brought closer towards the ardent's core. a jugement was passed, and jack held no sway over silent: would not attempt to, it was a wise decision, but even he couldn't shake the feeling of potential a slave like that could reckon.

"Tch" it was rare, for jack to show any form of emotion, but even he scoffed aloud, the tsking noise shown clearly by the snear along his lips. "a waste, that" and there in the awn of the pittian's features was deject, simply put- longing. turning down someone who was exiled, maybe jack were too forgiving- too loving still. this was the pitt, and sooner or later, that would be cut from him too, wouldn't it?

he too, felt little need to stand out in the sun, and he shifted to become more coveted by their ardent's encompassing form, looking up and giving a nod: approval, not. Acceptance, though: jack wouldn't show an ounce of question towards silent's word unless it truly bothered him, and this were trivial.