Jackson doesn't move. The wolf head swings from his clenched hand, "He would never have taken this off… He said it himself… He would have… Died. Before he did."
One on one (maybe gay....)
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"Maybe they took it off of him. We don't know if he is gone."
Jackson looks up at the other. His eyes where bloodshot, "Bran would never give this up that easy. It was our fathers'. "
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"I. I didn't realize. "
"You wouldn't have." Jackson stands, kicking through the rest of the stuff but nothing else was found of Bran.
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"We could keep looking."
Jackson was silent.
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Colden just looked down
He turns quickly and walks back up the stairs to the main floor
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Colden went after him and grabbed his arm.
"What?" He sighs
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"you can't give up. Yet."
"Yes I can.
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"fine…." He replied and let go.
Jackson looks away again and walks away to the druggies.
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Colden stays where he was and didn't move.
He stands over them, judging them with his shoe toe
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Colden decided to follow after a moment of thinking and deciding.
Jackson snarls, crouching down and searching them
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Colden watched not getting too close.
Jackson looks up at him, "Nothing. Weapons. "
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"weapons? You want weapons? Or do they have none."
"No. All they had are weapons. "
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"Oh, alright."
Jackson stands, looking down at the chain in his hand
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"Maybe we could still find him."
"A bit Optimistic. Arent ya."
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"I'm sorry, I just don't know what to say." Colden yelled then walked towards the door.
Jackson was silent, fingering the wolf head
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Colden opened the door and walked out. He didn't know what to do and felt as if Jackson needed his space.