Jake just stared at what the pair of them had just done, at the plants (Plants, holy fuck!) that had switched between dead and alive, and the spot where a fireball had just appeared and then disappeared within seconds. All sorts of scenarios were flashing through his mind - Had he been captured and was currently undergoing the weirdest form of mental torture he'd ever heard of? Had he been injured again, and was trapped in some crazy fucking coma that he couldn't wake up from? Was what these two were saying to him actually the truth? Had he finally snapped? Was this some sort of training? - and he didn't know what to do. All his training, all his years in service, and one day in this place was enough to make his brain go on the fritz.
In the end, he settled for slumping back against the wall, and then slowly sliding down it until his arms were resting on his knees and his hands hung loose.