ROXXANNE | open, cube???

[jacob w.c.]

Jscob was out on a walk, as he often was. It was strange, really, the amount that he walked when he had such trouble with his legs. He supposed there was a part of him that still hoped that if he just tried hard enough, he could still fix himself. He knew that was extremely unlikely. He was a doctor, after all, and he knew his own odd and they weren't food. In fact, they were right on the edge of being entirely impossible. Still, he wanted to make them last for as long as possible and that meant he had to be active. He couldn't feel them but that didn't mean he could let them fall into disrepair so he continued to get up every single day and continued to treat them every single day. It was hard to tell what helped and what didn't but he had to believe he was doing something right, that he wasn't just doing all of this for nothing. Since his return from the Typhoon, he hadn't been doing better either. He wasn't doing significantly worse but he took note of every new ache and pain. Even if he'd forgiven Pincher and accepted him as a friend, that didn't mean he wasn't upset about what'd been done to him by Guru. Even though the woman had paid, the thought of seeing her again made his stomach twist in both fear and anger. He could still remember her last words to him, telling him that if he didn't share what happened then she'd have done it all for nothing. So he kept his mouth shut. He didn't tell anyone about the new pains and he didn't tell anyone about the fact his insomnia and hallucinations had gotten worse. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Besides, he didn't want to focus on any of that anymore. He as going to get better. Even if he couldn't fix everything physically, he had to look towards the future in terms of his mental health. Even if his legs failed him, his mind didn't have to. He knew there'd still be bad days, there always were, but he couldn't stop trying.

He was pulled from these thoughts when he noticed Ross, who he'd only met on a handful of occasions, and Killua and London. As he came closer, he realized the scientist had something behind him. How was he always finding stuff like this? In any case, Jacob made his way over as fast as he could and an easy smile came to his maw, despite the fact his legs had started aching long ago. Seeing as his clanmates had already asked about what it was, he decided to speak up with a different question, "Wow, where'd ya' find tha' at? Did ya' make it or somethin'?"

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━