CADILLAC CARJACK — open / typhoon

[jacob w.c.]

Jacob's eyes moved to Leigh and his eyes widened slightly. Why was he apologizing? He hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't want anyone to think they owed him anything. He'd seen his father work in that sort of business and he wanted to stay far away from it. No, no one owed Jacob Wickliff Corleone any favors. "Ya' don' need ta' do nothin', Leigh..." he mumbled, his ears pressed against his head. His eyes then flicked back to Guru and he clenched his jaw, though this time he managed to hold back whatever comment he wanted to fling her way. He listened as Argus also added his thoughts to the conversation and, finally, his eyes would return to Killua. "Tha' don' mean nothin'-" Even as he said it, his voice seemed to ache at the very idea that this had all been some kind of trick. He had considered it, of course, but he also couldn't forget the way Pincher had looked at him. Even with his scars visible, the doberman never looked at him like he was less of a person or like he as frightened or disgusted. The idea that their conversations, that their friendship, could be a part of some elaborate trick to get Snowbound to side with them hurt him too much to fully consider. So, he ignored it as his eyes drifted to Pincher, observing the man for several moments before snapping back to his clanmates.

"Killua, there ain't just physical things ta' consider." It wasn't a lie. Jacob had been in an... unsteady state to say the least the following days after he'd run into Guru. He'd barely left Pinch's room our of sheer terror that he'd have to face her again. He'd had terrible nightmares and his eating had been erratic. He still wasn't better but he was certainly in better health than he was a few days ago. He'd at least been able to make this journey without looking at Guru, panicking, and then passing out. "Besides, they've got herbs. In case ya' 'aven't noticed, we don' got a lotta' things growin' at the surface 'ere n' until I can find a way ta' set up a steady supply of herbs n' the like, I was set ta' run outta' supplies in, at the most, a couple ah' weeks. I was able ta' restock while I was there. We need these supplies n' I can't make a trip ta' a warmer place than the Typhoon by myself easily." He briefly nodded to his legs while he spoke. All of this was true, though he hadn't consciously decided to stay for any of these reasons. He supposed he just hadn't really thought to leave until he was already several days into the ordeal. 

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