03-05-2009, 01:56 AM
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He noticed the young man's stare, even if the alert went unmentioned. The hybrid watched and listened to Kansas carefully as he spoke, noting the boy's obvious hesitations and a slight, possible social anxiety the cyclops picked upon, but knew better than to accuse upon first impression. Instead, the boy's words made the one-eyed brute want to argue, as if his intentions could be regretful. That feeling of dread and guilt in his gut was connected to Iskata somehow, Jefferson knew it--he just couldn't pinpoint how or why, but he knew something was going to happen. The Patriarch couldn't tempt or deflect fate. He could only stand by as an unwilling audience member, especially with one as stubborn as Iskata for a target.
"Long enough. Last autumn." he mentioned quietly, eye meandering elsewhere. He could see a piece of Iskata within her son, but the two seemed miles apart from first impressions. He knew the ex-Matriarch well; Kansas was a distant cousin in contrast. He and Kansas were related, shared some blood somewhere, but Jefferson didn't want the cream-hued boy considering him some sort of uncle or something to that extent. For some reason, the brute found it a better choice to let that concept be. "Got these scars beforehand, if that's what you're wondering." The cyclops didn't much appreciate staring.