"I won't." His response was conscious and just as quiet as his arms wound around the whelp and held tight. He wanted to do something to feel more stable. He hadn't done that, hadn't caused the pain and the blood, hadn't forced his pup to become someone he wasn't. He hadn't been that evil, vile, of a man. Hadn't and wouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. Not now. Not with his heart held in this set of claw tipped hands.
Jason looked back at Gib's gaze, not shifting or flinching away as he had done earlier. "I'll stand by you. No matter what. I'll stand by you. You just have to trust me." It was strange saying those words out of his own actual face, and not the illusion he usually wore. Though his skin was exceedingly different, he still had the same eyes and they bore out of his skull with the uptmost sincerity.