“there is no cure….my father took whatever knowledge he had to the grave” he stated with a sigh, curling up on the couch into a seated semi-fetal position. The anger literally made him sick to his stomach, churning it like a whirlwind until it turned into a vicious storm that he himself became and destruction was the only way to satisfy it. He pulled his knees up against his chest wrapping his arms about his legs, nestling his head against the cushions. Jared exhaled a breath “My father never loved me….I was merely a tool to be used” He gently eased the hood back revealing his bare skull, running his digits along the smooth flesh “I trust the Petrellis and….Faith…I love her but she’s worried about what would happen….I don’t blame her I wouldn’t want me either”