You are walking the halls of the circus, crying silently when you feel a gloved hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see Jax standing there. You and him had a brother-sister bond since you first arrived and he knew you well enough to know you weren’t okay. He grabs your hand and looks into your eyes Jax: Hey, sis. What’s eating at ya? Let me guess, you’re scared, aren’t you? And before you say you shouldn’t be because you’re seventeen, everyone gets scared. You are scared, aren’t you?