All at once, the sting of seasalt on his wounds surged and the hybrid winced, temporarily losing his footing on his and making a small splash as he stumbled a step to the side. He held his bad leg higher, pulling it from the water's venom as much as he could. The raw, barely healed wounds that his son had gifted him with danced all over the useless leg; the sting of the salt had been repressed and ignored beforehand, but like the usual rawness of his emotions that resulted from conversations with Geneva, he had a difficult time containing the pain once more. Gritting his teeth, the brute spared her no glance and instead turned to the shore, walking a worsened limp towards the sand. "Sucks to be him," the idiot bitterly replied over his shoulder, soon collapsing his whole body down into the sand.
Head placed over his good leg, the brute closed his eyes and breathed away the sharp bolts in his leg. The cyclops forced himself not to think further into her words, and simply repeated them instead, as if trying to clarify. "So the guy croaked and you came here with a pup thinking things would be better," he grumbled, eyes still closed. "To make it worse, you came here after a while still working at it." Jefferson scoffed, moving his head just barely to look at her. "What were you trying to find in a place like this?" Because you won't find it here.