And how in the hell was he supposed to answer that? "Oh yes Jasmine, of course I'd never even think about hurting either one of you, you've only each killed someone and could very easily kill me."
Jae hadn't quite decided if he was still vehemently opposed to dying, but at least he wouldn't do himself the disservice of letting either Caedyn or Jasmine to be the one who killed him.
...They had almost been friends, he and Caedyn. Once, years ago, when he was just getting into the goth scene and still trying to find his style, they had bumped into each other and hell, they'd hit it off. It all ended exactly as well as anyone would expect, once it became clear that Caedyn was just a self-centered poser and Jae had far better people to spend his time on, but for a while... fuck, he'd once wondered if he had a crush on her.
(Hey, there was an upside to the earth-shattering-revelation-about-yourself-just-before-you-die thing: he could now definitively say that had never been the case.)
It wasn't that long-burned bridge that made Jae's lips twitch up into a mocking facsimile of a smile, though. It was Caedyn playing white knight for Jazz, telling her to go on, get the hell out of here before the big bad Min-jae went wild. As though she had ever cared in the least about anyone other than herself.
...And that, that could give him an answer.
The words on the tip of his tongue were despicable, and if he had still had his wallet on him, Jae just might have bet money that they were in tune with how Caedyn and Jazz were playing the game.
For a split second, he wondered if his parents would still be watching at this point.
"I've got my one." They would know what he meant. And hopefully Caedyn, at least, would be willing to believe that Jae was every bit the lowlife that she was and she would get the hell out of dodge before things went further south. "So fuck off. I don't care about either of you."