Jason shakes his head. "My babies being safe is all that matters. I am not worth anything." He nearly whispers. He could sense her studying them and visually recoiled. His eyes flashed purple beneath his torn and worn red blind fold. He had sensed something different about her. What if she tried taking his babies? What if she tried to use them as science projects? He couldn't risk his babies. He had no choice now that he was bought. He had only entered to get the offered money. Myxi needed insulin. Luka needed ADHD medicine. He wouldn't worry about his heart medicine. Even though the samples were running out. Not that they did much for him in the first place. "No. I can take care of my babies. I have since they were infants." He says in a timid and fearful tone. "Don't take them from me. they are all I have. I won't let you." He says. Recoiling in fear. He fell silent. He says nothing. "My babies will stay with me. They won't be comfortable not sleeping with their daddy. They have always had me near." He says. His voice shakey like he feared she was going to yell at him or beat him for talking back.<br/><br/>He knew about his gifts. He knew his babies inherited some of them. Even though their gifts were still dormaint. He follows her. His body tense. Shoulders slumped. Head hanging like a beaten dog. This was what he felt like. He may not hae been in indentured servant but he had no worth. He was a nothing. A nobody. He was his babies super hero but other than that he was worthless. His body still stung on his lower back and mid back from the beating he earned because of protecting his twins. He managed to get his children onto their bed. Coughing and sort of crumpling mere seconds afterwards. "Move body...move...you need to...move..." He gets out. Trying to get up. Through the tattered backside of the shirt the scratched and bruises on his back could be seen. He was a man who could fight back but chose merely to protect. He finally gets up. Coughing hard as he was sick inside. His heart was racing. He could barely "see" straight. His mind was foggy.<br/><br/>"Medicine..." he says. Trying to find it as he crumples to the ground slowly. Just sort of deflatting. He finds it. Popping the small pills down his throat. His heart stopped racing but the small trickle of blood made its way down the side of his mouth as he quickly wiped it away. He needed no pity. He was feverish but he could withstand it. He healed his babies and that is how they made it so long without a doctor. He just couldn't heal himself. It was not something his powers could do. He just rests there. Standing up on shakey legs. Backing up as he sensed she was still there. Staying in front of his kids. Body in a fearful yet protective stance. Staying between his kids and the woman. The bruises on his neck shimmering in the now bright lights. It was obvious to see there was something that tormented this man. Someone that harmed him and recently so.