Jackson didn't say a word about August outburst after his demonstration, though anyone who paid attention would see that his fist were clenched togethernso tight, his knuckles were turning white and shaking. [i]'Cool, there's nothing cool about it.'[/i] Jackson knew his anger was irrational to some degree, as she had no way of knowing what it cost him to get these powers, what it cost him to use them. But he couldn't help the anger he felt bubbling inside as he looked around. He could tell that none of them took any of this seriously, except for maybe Maxwell amd Kanoa. Posdibly Raven, but that was it was hard to get a read on her. When she smiled at him, it seemed genuine, but he'd noticed the mischief in her eyes. He'd seen looks like that before, in his nightmares, only they bore a lot more insanity and bloodlust. Anyway, it seemed to him that most of those assembled didn't understand, or just didn't care about how dangerous the world of the supernaturalwas. He knew, all to well, that this world bore horrors worse than any nightmare.

Jackson was jolted out of his thought, however, by the golden eyed boy with the eye patch that had barged in. He looked down on all of them, that was clear, and seemed to demand who had called this meeting. Mary, the one smoking the lavender scented cigarette, told him 'your mom' after blowing smoke in his face. Then another boy spoke up, asking Kanoa what this was all about. Jackson wished to listen as well, for he was rather curious, but whispers in the back of his head pointed his focus back to the arrogant o e with the eye patch. 

[i]'Who does that worm think he is, looking down on you like that?!? Calm on Jackson, why don't you tear out his eyes, or better yet, that prideful ti gue of his. Come on Jackson, you know you want to.'[/i]

Jackson shook his head, dislodging the whispers from his mind, and went back to focusing on Kanoa. He should have known better thab to believe a piece of paper would hold Aphosia back for long. At least it had weakened his influence to only dim whispers. Jackson could handle and ignore those.