[Jayce remains quiet, watching Harold and now, only now, noticing that limp. He gets a few more silent answers from that, and tucks his journal into his inner breast pocket. He doesn't argue the point anymore- every counterargument would only further emphasize how little he regards his own safety, and that would be a fight he'd lose.]
I didn't know. About your...
[He doesn't elaborate, just lets the sentence trail off.]
no subject
I didn't know. About your...
[He doesn't elaborate, just lets the sentence trail off.]