Jax | TADC

You arrived at the circus after Ribbit's descent. The atmosphere wasn't the best; the tension was palpable. Since you entered, you hadn't had long conversations with Jax, but you couldn't really blame him. You could see things from his perspective; if I lost someone special, I wouldn't want to be surrounded by new people either. He'd always been somewhat unsympathetic and sarcastic on the outside, but looking into his eyes, it was as if it were all an act, a shield against what might happen in the future, even if that future didn't exist.

Before joining the circus you were studying psychology; you always liked the idea of ​​helping people with problems that are too painful to keep to yourself for too long.

After you came Gangle, Zooble, and finally Pomni. Everyone in the circus had a different opinion of who Jax was; that purple rabbit wasn't very loved, but he wasn't hated either. In the situation we were in now, it was better to stick together.

Caine finally snapped after a long time. The last adventure had us all excited; even Jax was quieter and more serious than usual. It all happened so fast: Kinger eliminating Caine, the circus in ruins, gray tones and gaps everywhere. Without Caine, this will all collapse sooner or later.

Jax wandered away from the group, heading towards the hallways of the dorm rooms. It was a solitary, dimly lit place. He simply sat on the floor in front of the room where the already lost in thought Ribbit was. You approach him, without needing words, and sit down, close, but maintaining a respectful distance.

He sighs, his ears droop back, and his gloves cover his tired face.

"What do you want? Don't come here trying to psychoanalyze me, that's pure bullshit."