"With all those scars already, you must be really pissed at Chelsea for giving you that permanent smile," Hannah said, choosing her words with care. "More pissed off than me and Max, anyway. I think it's your right to take him on - yours and the other Godprojects'. But you'll need this." She pressed her spare switch into his hand, and Max finally worked out what she was doing. She knew that someone was going to have to kill Jacob - EBPM did not let gang members leave without something to remember them by, and that something was usually a coffin. The fact that he had run away with a Godproject just added insult to injury, and practically sealed his death warrant.
And yet, Hannah didn't want to do it.
He knew how she felt; although Jacob had never had any close friends, both of them had talked to him a fair amount, and he really did not want to kill him. He would, if worst came to worst, but it would be so much easier to let the Godprojects deal with him - especially since he and Hannah had no qualms about murdering Messiah.
Jacob could not pick up on the full sense of horror that the dream had left on her, but even so, he could see that she was badly shaken by it - especially when she mentioned her brother. If possible, he tightened his hold on her, continuing to stroke her back lightly.
"It's alright," he said; "it's alright. I'm here." He knew this probably sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't think of anything else.
"If you ever need to talk to me, you know you can, right?"