Jules was quiet as bits and pieces of what had happened, and what was in the plans for the future were laid out on the table in front of their small, gathered group. He listened to the death toll, the students who no longer had a future, numbers that were easy to get past until you realised you knew the names attached to them. Fingers rolled on the top of the table for a moment, and he looked up as the kid threw his backpack and walked some feet away. This, unfortunately, wasn't the time for comfort, so Jules turned back to those gathered, hands lacing together to calm his drumming fingers.
"Whatever happens from here, I'm in," he said after a moment, his voice low and calm. "I'm not going to pretend to know all the details of the situation we're finding ourselves in," and he looked over towards Max then, meeting her gaze for just a moment to express that he wasn't pleased with being pulled into something so messy, "but I'm not one to just walk away, particularly from people I've started to get to know." Going back home would be simple enough, but there were too many people there that knew him and his face, and spending the rest of his days hiding from enemies unseen was not the way he wanted to go. At least here he could be useful.