Before, Jacen had kept his Force senses closed around this version of Xander, trusting him not to betray his friends. Now, even with the man behind bars, Jacen refused to repeat his mistake.
"My friends helped me escape. Myself and Sam Winchester both," he stepped closer to the bars, his face expressionless as he suppressed the rage he felt at the betrayal. More than anything he wanted to know why. Why Xander had betrayed them, why he had changed so much that friendship meant nothing to him now. Along with the fury that his family had been put in danger, there was also the deep sadness that his friend had become so bitter.
"You had to know that they would." He half shrugged, for him it had never been in doubt that the Winchesters and the Hyperion would rescue their own. It was how they all worked after all, loyalty above all else. Xander, it seemed, had forgotten that.