Th words "I hate you" meant nothing coming from Kinjo, it however had made him laugh. Yet, when Jason would say it, it crushed him every time. Why? Because Jason was all he had left. Hearing those words hurt, made him feel unwanted. Snapping from those thoughts he had began to realize something weird. Gripping the bloody cuts on Kinjo's arm he looked to Kinjo's chest. The boy... Was healing? Those were scabs. Staring for a moment he blinked. The words he spoke before had been partial truth. He had no idea Jason was not giving up on looking for Kinjo, let alone did he know his brother worked for a cop. Lifting the knife he stared at Kinjo and growled, cutting a straight line down Kinjo's other arm before tossing the knife away. Dragging the teen to a pipe that was close to the ground, he'd conjure rope on e he got Kinjo to that pipe.