[He doesn't respond to the thought on purpose, too. Like trying to play dead, except the person in your head knows you're alive and could respond, just choosing not to. He's focusing really hard on thinking absolutely nothing at all, which is much harder than it sounds, because his mind often wanders- but then Sophie's voice-]
/Sophie, wait, come back-/
[And she's gone again. Dammit. Fine. He's giving it up.
He doesn't say yes, still. He just thinks of that kid's face, the look of shock as he spits out blood from the force of Jayce's electric cannon, and the way his body limply falls down and down and down until there's a sickening crunch. The way the child still didn't die from the impact, but only once Jayce was there kneeling next to him did light leave that kid's eyes. Like he wanted to make sure that Jayce knew he did this.
Jayce still doesn't answer, even as that memory replays in his head, as vivid as if it happened yesterday.]
cw: child murder
/Sophie, wait, come back-/
[And she's gone again. Dammit. Fine. He's giving it up.
He doesn't say yes, still. He just thinks of that kid's face, the look of shock as he spits out blood from the force of Jayce's electric cannon, and the way his body limply falls down and down and down until there's a sickening crunch. The way the child still didn't die from the impact, but only once Jayce was there kneeling next to him did light leave that kid's eyes. Like he wanted to make sure that Jayce knew he did this.
Jayce still doesn't answer, even as that memory replays in his head, as vivid as if it happened yesterday.]