[ Jacob would love to believe her. He'd love to have enough faith to believe that if that man hurt her, she would fight back, that she would defend herself with every skill and breath she had. But he's seen the way she cowered in his presence, shrunk away from his touch. She'd let that man kill her before she did anything to stop him, Jacob is sure of that.
He's sure too that telling her that his father was a bastard won't help. For a start, he doesn't seem as bad as hers, by a long way. It won't help, it will just add insult to injury.
No, best not. ]
Alright. The offer is there. Always.
[ And with that, he touches the brim of the top hat, and leaves via the thick undergrowth, mulling over the strange revelations of the evening.]
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He's sure too that telling her that his father was a bastard won't help. For a start, he doesn't seem as bad as hers, by a long way. It won't help, it will just add insult to injury.
No, best not. ]
Alright. The offer is there. Always.
[ And with that, he touches the brim of the top hat, and leaves via the thick undergrowth, mulling over the strange revelations of the evening.]