Even after all of this. Even after he had been told to put his face and hands against the wall. Even after he was told that he would be staying here forever by that strange, disembodied floating head. He still rolled his eyes at what the American had said.

[i] Some boys simply cannot control themselves. [/i] In a way, he felt justified in calling Jakob a boy. He appeared to about Rozenn's age, if not slightly younger, but something about the way he acted seemed to portray a degree of immaturity. Whether it was sexually explicit diction he used, or the childishly condescending way he acted. But there was something else. Something that resonated with him on a ethereal level. He couldn't explain it in words, but there was something about this man that made Rozenn hate him with every fibre in his body, something primal and instinctual. 

He shook his head and tried to ignore him as best as he could. Looking across the hall, he saw the Jamaican man who had spoken up on Rozenn's behalf when the guard was yelling at him. 

"Euh... Excuse me?" He said, in the best English he could muster. "I just wished to say thank you. For what did. I am very grateful."