Jasper only nodded when Kate reminded him, yet again, that she would not harm him. He knew this, he understood this, and yet he still reacted as though he were going to be punished for the smallest of things. He was a fighter! He wasn't suppose to be scared of anything! They sent in a man three times his size with blades swinging, Jasper was to fight anyway, even when every instinct was telling him to run. Something like feelings...those weren't suppose to be scary. They were things he had been trained to not listen to, to ignore.<br/><br/>Doing as Kate had instructed without so much as a second thought, Jasper tried to remember what had happen right before the pencil had snapped. His ears remained lowered as he tried to explain.<br/><br/>"I...I was just trying to hold it but...couldn't." Jasper kept his eyes lowered, shame already colouring his cheeks again as he recalled having trouble with such a simple task. "It was just so..." He paused, searching for the right word. "Foreign."<br/><br/>He mimed holding a sword, a dagger, even a weighted net, but nothing was the like the thin wooden pencil he had snapped with a little too much pressure added to it. Jasper closed his fist with a sigh. He was a monster, born and bred as one. Made to kill, and trained to fight. He felt his nails digging into his palm, claws that had ripped hundreds of stripes into his opponents, bloody and sharp. Turning his head, Jasper avoided making eye contact with Kate, knowing she would deny it, deny what he believed to be true.