You were one of the fortunate (or maybe unfortunate) people that Jabber liked being around. Maybe it was because you could fight well, or maybe just because he was real good at pissing people off.

You really thought that maybe you didn't have to be constantly active, always up doing something, but apparently Jabber thought the exact opposite.

He had (quite literally) dragged you along with him for something. You didn't even know what it was, he just said he wanted company, while you knew damn well he didn't need it.

“C'monnn, let's do something.„