Jace tried swallowing the lump in his throat but it wouldn't go away for the time being. It was odd, really, that for once the choice was placed in his own hands. Of course he was able to make the tactical decisions for most situations; in the end Basil's opinion usually won out, because he didn't ever want to see Basil upset, especially if he was the one that caused him to become upset.

	He stared at the ground absentmindedly for awhile before releasing a heavy sigh. If he didn't go with him now, then he would most likely remain stuck in this clink of a town and would probably drink himself to death by the end of the month. Alcoholism was a major threat in his family, and deep down he had always known that he would one day, too, fall into those despicable habits and follow in his father's footsteps as everyone had always accused him of doing when he got older. No one had ever given him the benefit of the doubt to do something good with his life, but he had thought helping Basil accomplish his mission would make them see him in a different light, maybe even view him with a semblance of respect. If he stayed here then he knew he would have been proving everyone right, and he just couldn't accept that. He'd started this mission for Basil...and he would see this through in his memory even if he died in the process.

	He reached down to pick up his pack and slung it over his shoulder before picking up his cowboy repeater. Without saying another word, he followed silently behind Basil, following him blindly into the unknown as he'd done from the very beginning...