Jasper let Kate's words wash over him, holding on to them like a lifeline. He tried to do what she said, just breath and let these thoughts pass, but he found he was too wrapped up in the memory to just let it pass. His usual embarrassment that often came from Kate's words was absent. He had separated himself from that little boy when it had been made evident that he was no longer a child, but a slave. And now Kate wanted him to reverse this.<br/><br/>He knew she had done something when his view on the memory changed. Instead of being tied and blindfolded, he was standing looking at his younger self. When he heard Kate he jumped a bit, before taking a deep breath and carefully approaching his younger self. When he was close enough to undo the bindings, and remove the blindfold, he could see how much both of them were shaking. Looking at his younger self, he could see what everyone always told him, that his eyes gave him away. Without a word, he took the hand of his younger self and led him to the hall as Kate had instructed, seemingly both trusting the other enough to go forward. He could see the shock and nervousness of the younger as the hall was replaced with the meadow. Jasper felt the younger tighten his grip on his hand, and looked down. They both seemed to mirror each other, ears flattened, unshed tears in their eyes, and both feeling the pain inflicted by Malora.<br/><br/>When Kate came into view, covered in her blue cloak, Jasper remembered when he had first met her. It seemed like forever ago when in reality it had only been a few weeks. He felt his younger self take a step back, watching the lady carefully. Listening to what Kate said, Jasper nodded and turned to face his younger self, kneeling down so they were more level. He could see the worry reflected in his own eyes. Before he could say anything though, his younger self spoke first.<br/><br/>"You're me, aren't you?" He asked in a small voice. Jasper nodded. Without warning, his younger self threw his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder. Shocked, Jasper froze for a moment before carefully wrapping his own arms around his younger self. After a few seconds, Jasper pulled his younger self away enough to see his face.<br/><br/>"Jasper, this is my friend. She will keep you safe when mistress comes." He watched his younger self look to Kate, and back to him. He could see the tears staining the younger's face and pulled him close again. "I promise, it gets better." He whispered to the boy, feeling his own tears begin to fall.