Jacob stares at Flynn in horror as he continues his story. That place, it sounds almost impossible, too awful to be real, but here was evidence of its reality. He did think it was because of some kind of magic, something to be reversed, and...

"I did think we could save you." It's bitter. Sad. Mourning.

From the glimpse of the Flynn he saw it just made it so much worse. He was different then--innocent, full of wonder. Well, the Flynn he knew was still full of wonder just harder to get to know, a jerk sometimes--a lot of times--but seeing how he was before made it so much, much worse.

And now he was gone.

And whatever happened to Quill was just...his eyes widen further when Flynn speaks again, how he better hope that Peter doesn't take a liking to Ezekiel. Something cold settles in his stomach and stays there.

As horrible as it was, as horrible as Flynn was, Jacob was still fully--now even more so--on Flynn's side. His loyalty is even more secured with the reveal of how awful Quill was. How dangerous he was, even past the whole taking over the universe thing.

There's a part of him that feels so incredibly sorry, that's hanging onto the notion they can save him somehow--

--because if they could save Flynn, maybe they could save himself as well.

"You don't gotta worry about that. I'm not letting Jones anywhere near that maniac."