[Tucking his head in against Hellboy, feeling the lips brush his hair, it releases something in him, although not totally. Pressing his face into the other man's chest, breathing in the scent of peanuts, wishing he could banish those images from his mind. It wasn't sex, it was torture, for all of the people involved. How could the people in charge get away with that? For all Hellboy says that he couldn't have done anything, Jacob is sure that he could have done something.]

It's not my fault. But they could do that to any of us. They could hurt you, or Harley, Gilia, anyone. I can't let that happen.