[ He looks up from where his bloodied hands shake, and it's a good thing because he catches that rare sight. Corvo is smiling. Really smiling, and he realizes it's something he's never seen before, not in all the months spent living together in fourteen's close quarters. It has been only a short time, especially by his standards, but this is still a first. Jasper notes the far-off look in his crinkled eyes, and wherever his mind and memories have taken him, he truly does look happy. For a few minutes the cold he was feeling starts to thaw and his hands are steady again. He steals a half-smile for himself and goes back to cutting at the opposite knee, glancing at Corvo every now and then to make sure he's still pleased with the idea.
But he's not. The mood quickly sinks, darkening all over again. Jasper's hands stop and his ears lower sadly at the refusal, though he tries to keep the disappointment from showing on his face. He listens to all the reasons why, and while he could make an argument against this... he can understand, too. He's having difficulty putting all the pieces together, but it sounds like Lady Emily had everything taken from her, her mother, throne, and even Corvo now that he's been consigned. But maybe she would still have a chance at taking back what was rightfully hers. A chance. Jasper had everything taken from him before he was even born, and there had been nothing else for him except to bring down the one responsible. Consignment will not stop Corvo, and it will not stop him either.
He says nothing, but the cold creeping in his veins has returned, and his fingers are trembling again. Corvo managed to cut the knee off clean, but Jasper is struggling. There is something ringing in his ears, and it grows louder as his rovermate continues to twist swirling blue magic around the mark on his hand. It sounds almost melodic, but broken... like wailing dimmed underwater. His fingers slip on blood. ]
Ah-!
[ Jasper gasps lightly as he drops the knife in a bloody splatter, gripping a cut on his left hand. It's followed by a sharp inhale and a wince. He's bleeding, covered in blood already, but it's not difficult to tell where the moose blood stops and his starts. There's a distinct shimmer to it. The cut isn't very deep, but it is long on the side of his hand, and clumsily made. ]
S-sorry, I thought I heard-
[ No. He stops. Better to not mention what he heard, because there is nothing around that could've caused it. It is just strange, to hear the cries of the whales Corvo described out of his dreams. ]
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But he's not. The mood quickly sinks, darkening all over again. Jasper's hands stop and his ears lower sadly at the refusal, though he tries to keep the disappointment from showing on his face. He listens to all the reasons why, and while he could make an argument against this... he can understand, too. He's having difficulty putting all the pieces together, but it sounds like Lady Emily had everything taken from her, her mother, throne, and even Corvo now that he's been consigned. But maybe she would still have a chance at taking back what was rightfully hers. A chance. Jasper had everything taken from him before he was even born, and there had been nothing else for him except to bring down the one responsible. Consignment will not stop Corvo, and it will not stop him either.
He says nothing, but the cold creeping in his veins has returned, and his fingers are trembling again. Corvo managed to cut the knee off clean, but Jasper is struggling. There is something ringing in his ears, and it grows louder as his rovermate continues to twist swirling blue magic around the mark on his hand. It sounds almost melodic, but broken... like wailing dimmed underwater. His fingers slip on blood. ]
Ah-!
[ Jasper gasps lightly as he drops the knife in a bloody splatter, gripping a cut on his left hand. It's followed by a sharp inhale and a wince. He's bleeding, covered in blood already, but it's not difficult to tell where the moose blood stops and his starts. There's a distinct shimmer to it. The cut isn't very deep, but it is long on the side of his hand, and clumsily made. ]
S-sorry, I thought I heard-
[ No. He stops. Better to not mention what he heard, because there is nothing around that could've caused it. It is just strange, to hear the cries of the whales Corvo described out of his dreams. ]