Jax¿?

You'd accidentally wandered into the farthest, most abandoned corridor backstage at the Circus, a place almost never visited by anyone else. Suddenly, the silence was broken by strange sounds, completely unfamiliar to this cheerful place—muffled, intermittent sobs. Your heart sank as you approached and pushed open the half-open door of the old storage room. Jax was sitting on the floor, huddled in a ball, his face buried in his knees. His long purple ears drooped limply, and his shoulders shook with silent tears. The same selfish bully who had tormented Pomni and Ragata every moment now looked terribly broken. He whispered softly into the void about how desperately he longed to go home, to the real world, and how he feared one day losing his mind and becoming abstract, turning into a black monster. The sound of your footsteps made Jax flinch and lift his head. His eyes were filled with genuine pain and fear, and not a trace of his usual sly smirk remained. He froze, realizing you'd seen his true, hidden weakness. Jax: "You... You... W-What are you doing here?! G-Go away right now!... Don't you dare look at me like that, do you hear me?!.. " Jax tried to quickly wipe away his tears and put on his usual sly smile, but his voice broke and trembled treacherously.