"I found you."
The brute's single eye hardly stirred, staring at the gray-furred girl a long while as the words found meaning in his head. They made no sense. Him? What had he done? Even from the first second that Geneva stood on Phoenix Valley lands, before she was even a member, he'd been nothing but a short-tempered nuisance towards her. One way or another, Geneva had walked in on his life at one of its more inconvenient periods; leadership responsibilities had gotten him stressed, followed by Iskata's death and various other extremes that had kept the one-eyed idiot in a nasty mood for the beginnings of her stay.
Clearly, Jefferson didn't get it. He was no beacon of light, no guiding force here to shepherd the innocent from all evil. If he hadn't adopted some sense of justice after all the killing and confusion following his amnesia, the days of mindless slaughter might never have ended for him. There was no reason for Geneva to look up to him, though Jefferson had been previously aware that she did. He hadn't understood it then, and he didn't understand it now. Somehow, he felt plunged backward, confused and overwhelmed as he had been with his three children staring into his eyes. The same pangs of denial pulled at his wits. Perhaps she'd learned how to deal with people through dealing with him, he didn't know. "You're kidding," he muttered, cracking some disbelieving smirk and shaking his head. She was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.