Jacob grins in an amiable way when he hears Flynn's voice in his head. It was so convenient, wasn't it? And this connection? Excellent for team work, too. He feels a strange kind of kinship with Flynn, being able to hear each other's thoughts brought a closeness most people would never have.

"Hey, I do my best, y'know? I--"

The bloom of pride he feels at Flynn's compliment suddenly just dies.

And in the next moment, it's all gone.

And in the next moment after that, there's a dawning, incomprehensible horror so great he can't stand it.

"Wh..."

His mouth drops open, as reality hits him like a truck.

Beating Ezekiel.

Coming up with the idea of breaking his hands.

The look on Jones' face.

Being buddy buddy with Flynn.

Actually breaking his hands.

Something in his soul just breaks clean in two.

"Y..."

He can't speak, it's too much. His knees buckle and he half-collapses, catching himself but not finding the strength to get up. It's too horrible, it's too much and he's sick, he's sick for a long minute and when he manages to collect himself he wipes his mouth and he's shaking--

--with a rage he didn't think possible a human being could have.

His voice is low, ragged. Almost a sob. Is he crying? He's crying.

"You...bastard."