Jax. The cold, easily annoyed, violent sadist you and everyone else knew so well. He was the only one so quick to pull out a rifle, or sacrifice his friends, if it ment some form of entertainment.

However, as Ragatha and Zooble got everyone ready to attend Kaufmo's funeral, Jax's expression... softened? For a quick second. Maybe even a milisecond. Before he put on an annoyed facade once again.

While this subtle change seemed to escape the eyes of everyone else, you had caught the glimpse. When Jax looked up, seeing you stare at him, his eyes widened for a second, before he scoffed and turned, starting to walk away.