It's cruel but Jacob laughs at that, nodding eagerly. "Know the feeling. Keep imagining they're coming at me with leeches and blood letting, and I think my blood's just fine where it's at." Which is why it's going to take a lot to get him into a hospital of any sort. Like being unconscious.

"So that leaves us with keeping you from hurting yourself and others until you figure it out," he says, though he looks slightly uncertain about that. But leaving him to his own devices doesn't seem helpful to anyone involved.

Though that gesture makes him frown, head canting. "Before the trees, you don't remember anything?"

Even as he asks he moves his hand, lifting it to draw his hood up and over his face. Mirroring the way the other man moved. "Remember anything?"

And even as he asks, he feints for him. No weapon in his hand, but acting as if he is about to stab him in the gut.