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NicoT "Indeed?" Truebridge dropped to his knees, still not quite appearing to relax. He angled himself so he could see an approach from any direction and examined Jake with apparent disinterest.
"I lost mind a few times." He mused, "It always found me again."
"'T ain't comin' back," Jake sniffed, shaking his head. Still holding the cup, Jake screwed up his eyes and rubbed the side of his head. His cold hands seemed to wake him up a bit. "I can't... 'member stuff... things happen... uh get 'n trouble, 'n' I can't 'member what i did..." he looked exceedingly confused for a moment. "Days... days... uh f'rget entire days."
Leaning his head back against the wall, Jake finally broke down properly. "Evr'thin'... can't take it anymore... Mah head... mah mind... s'gone furr good."
And combine that with the whole situation after Bunbury's detention, he may as well be at St. Mungo's being checked out already. "Home..." Jake muttered. "Wanna go home."