Jasper felt Kate's arms around him but remained fairly unresponsive to the touch, remaining rigid and still. It wasn't until he was led to the sunny meadow in his mind that he appeared to come back. Closing his eyes Jasper leaned against Kate. He could feel himself shaking, though it had nothing to do with the cold. He placed his head on her shoulder, feeling tears silently slipping down his face. He felt useless, exactly as Malora had wanted. He was to be the perfect slave, made to serve and nothing more.<br/><br/>As much as Kate had brought him to believe this wasn't true, he knew he still believed it. Somewhere in him he believed everything Malora had told him, it was all he had been brought up knowing. As much as he wanted to change this, it was part of him.