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Holy quaternaty.
In which language are fox & Jacob talking to each other?
Okay guys, what do you think: In which language are Jacob Reckless and Fox are talking to each other. Jacob is american, so he speaks english/albion (but with a kind of weird accent according to Chanute), we know that he is able to speak at least some german aka austry and fox is from lotharaine, so her mother tongue is french.
I can't stop thinking about it...🙈🙈🙈
Fox: You are loosing a lot of blood! Quick, whats your type?
Jacob: brave, intelligent, red-headed, shape shifter -
Fox: I meant blood type.
Jacob: Oh
Jacob, looks at wound: Red.
Will as a child: Jake I can't sleep. I'm afraid of Frankenstein.
Jacob: I think you mean Frankensteins monster. Frankenstein was the doctor.
Jacob: Although, admittedly I am more afraid of Frankenstein than his monster. I personally find unethical and irresponsible medical practice far more terrifying than any physical being and so should you.
Will:
[Fox and Jacob at the beach]
Fox: You remind me of the ocean.
Jacob: Yeah, true. Because I'm salty and I scare people off.
Fox:
Fox: Damn it, Jacob!
Jacob: That would go against my moral compass.
Fox: Oh, c'mon! Your moral compass is a roulette wheel.
Friendly reminder that Fox and Jacob haven't said "I love you" to each other jet.
And we all know that it will take a horrible situation for them to say it.
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.