raising his gun, manus prepared to blow out one of jack's kneecaps. his gun began to tremble in his hands, then he lowered it "i... can't shoot 'im..." manus whispered to himself, he just sorta thought of jack like, not quite a son, but something along those lines. he couldn't explain, but he didn't want the human to die, like a pet! beating the air with his wings, manus ignored the other human, and followed jack. grasping him by the armpits, manus lifted him up. "now, what's going on?"