[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e0039]Jacob Blackwell[/color][/b][/h1]
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Why wouldn't that lump go away? It's dryness was crippling. How could one tiny little dry spec cause so much damage? Jacob was trying to keep himself composed, or at least sentient for the time being. His mind was processing things at break neck speeds, his mind processing nearly 1000 things a second. Or at least that was how it felt. Countless Possibilities. Countless conversations that could be. Every conversation there ever was. All of this rising up in Jacob's mind, before it came crashing down in a crescendo of confusion and worry. That culminated with Jacob burying his hands in his face. He had realised something. Something bad.

[color=9e0039]"Well i don't think i am going to miss Atlas, almost glad he is gone. Yeah, gone is good"[/color] Jacob muttered through his hand covered face. His words were audible, but his expression covered. Jacob had on instinct covered it, to hide the strange set of expressions pasted onto his face. Right now, Jacob's mind didn't know what expression to show. What was normal? It was a question he couldn't answer. Tim however had asked him a question. And he knew he was going to have to answer. The answer he was going to give, wouldn't have been the answer Jacob would have liked to give. He wasn't so sure if Tim would have liked the answer. If he wouldn't then he was going to love the answer Jacob would actually give. [color=9e0039]"I don't have any evidence to prove i was on those planes"[/color] Jacob said bluntly, Practically handing Tim a loaded gun. There was more to it than that. But right now Jacob had felt so deflated inside he didn't even want to fight for himself. Were Jessica and Valencia really gone? Sure they weren't friends at high school. But it felt wrong. It felt bad. Cynthia had spoken, but Jacob wasn't listening. Tim was his only focus right now. He was going to speak up, expand on his statement. But again... what was the point. He had been through this before.