No he's not going to cry. Samurais don't cry. Jace willed himself to be calm, and opened his mind to the possibility that this man could help him with his dilemma. Okay, maybe it would've been better if he told his dad about this, but he was sure Ryden would tell him to ask help from one of his professors. It has always been like that with that man. Besides, Jace wouldn't want another lecture about being independent. That stuff bored him. Merlin, he could board a train at age 7 all by himself back in Japan. That's how things are done in that place anyway.

Jace kept still as he listened to the man in front of him. "I don't want to feel violent professor. I don't like negative energy." It is bad, and it won't do any good for the boy. He has always known calm like the back of his hand, so this negative emotion is too much for him...too raw to handle even. But with how the professor approved of his action earlier, releasing it in a way that would most benefit him in the long run, isn't, after all, frowned upon. Now that that's clear between the both of them, Jace shuffled his feet, and moved on to the next topic.

"I'm...I'm sure you've heard of the hag? And...what happened during that one class with her?" the Ravenclaw would be surprised if Hirsch wasn't aware. He is the Defense Professor after all. "She commanded her raven to attack the students...and Professor Draper and Headmistress Moxley...I...tried to help by casting a Stunning Spell at the bird...but since I lost control of my intent...I stunned the Headmistress instead..." Jace trailed off...feeling all the blood rush up to his head. "It's all my fault, Professor. I'm sorry." Jace bowed to the man deeply, not wanting to look at him anymore. Merlin, confessions are hard to do.