Jason shook his head.<span style="font-style: italic">I am weak. I know I am. I can't protect myself from a danger I should be able to resist.</span>He protests. Shaking hard and felt a stinging in his wrist but didn't pay it any mind at the moment. Biting his lower lip and heard the furious shriek that accompanied the second attack. He tries to take deep breaths but it too long moments before he was able to do so. He felt the mental hug and tensed but found himself relaxing anyways.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka and Myxi looks at her. Nodding their heads. "Yeah. Is daddy okay?" They ask.</span></span>Jason had a shard of the glass stuck in the middle of his wrist. He lets out a whimper of pain and holds it out to her. "It hurts." he says softly. Blood trailing out of the injury and down his arm a bit. He sensed Sherry leaving and let out a sigh of relief. "She is gone...for now."