He grinned a little, assuming the poor students hadn't meant to do the things they'd done. But he knew nothing about it ... and he was familiar enough with his classmates to know that sometimes ... there really were just hopeless cases.
Jake also had a feeling that Severus meant something else entirely with his question. In New York ... his own world, his own time ... "I was a student," he said with a little shrug. "Until I met Roland." Or until he died; whichever had come first because in a way, both had come first. "Then I was a gunslinger. New York of '77, of '99, in Mid-World, in Kansas ..." He smiled slightly, not expecting the older man to truly understand, though he'd be happy to try to explain. "We traveled a lot, trying to save the world."