<span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at her. Smiling happily. "Yeah. Daddy madey them for us." she says shyly. Looking at the woman again. "Dollies and lotsa toys?" her eyes widen and she looks at Luka. Thinking to her brother. &lt;That is totally cool. We should check out all those toys.&gt; She thinks to him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks at Isa. "Coolios!" he says excitedly. He looks at his daddy then back at Isa. "Yeah. Daddy saved up for weeks to get the stuff to make the toys. He pushed himself to limits and beyond." he says softly. Thinking back to Myxi. &lt;Yeah. We should.&gt; He says to Isa. "Can you take us to the toys now?" he asks hopefully. Standing up with Myxi and holding his sisters hand.</span><br/><br/>Jason turns his head to the side. "You didn't have to. Your yelling it out with your mind loud and clear." he says. And bites his lip. "Just because the eyes are broken doesn't mean the other senses are dulled even slightly." he says bitterly. "I am damaged goods." he says in a pained voice. Listening to her. "You know nothing about me." he says distantly. "I don't just not trust you. I don't trust women in general." he says acidly. "I learned my lesson a long time ago. My ex-wife showed me you can't trust women." he says. And coughs again. Covering his mouth to hide the blood from view. He puts a hand to his chest. Damn his bad heart.