They sat at the train station in silence. Sam couldn't help but notice the slight smell of rain in the air, which made the wait for the train all the more boring. Jasper calmly hummed some sort of nonsense to himself, which was probably just to stop the awkward lack of noise.
The train screeched its arrival as it slowed to a halt at the station. The two clambered into the carriage and began to pace down the aisle. Sam clung to his backpack as they passed groups of strangers, making their way to an empty chamber. Jasper slid open a door and the two parked themselves on opposite seats before Jasper started to hum nonsense again.
The train started to move and Sam savoured the sound of the whistle that blocked out Jasper's annoying sound, which after five minutes, he'd had enough of.
"Would you please shut up!?"
"My my," replied Jasper, "What a tetchy one we have here."
"I think I have the right to be," Sam responded. "Tell me something. My body pretty much exploded in Londren. It wasn't exactly something you see everyday in that boring piece of crap that they call a town. How do you know we're not being followed?"
Jasper focused on him before speaking, "Are you always this angry or is this because of puberty?"
"Just answer me!" Sam was somehow resisting his urge to punch Jasper in the face. Or burn it. Also, what did you do to that guy back there?"
"Merjick flow," the Iguana answered plainly. "Most dragon hunters can control their bodily energy in interesting ways. This answers both of your questions." Sam raised an intrigued eyebrow as Jasper carried on. "After the incident at your school- and yes, I've been spying on you- I made sure to wipe the memories of your classmates."
"The Merjick that I'm best at is used to alter people mentally. Your friends hadn't a lot of willpower to resist, so it was easy to mangle with their minds."
"Sam appeared insulted. "They're not friends," he growled.
Jasper had no retort. Instead, they heard only the sound of the train's wheels cluttering
against the tracks.
"What about the man?" Sam asked after a few seconds of blissful silence.
"The Hurderack worshipper?" responded Jasper, earning a small nod from Sam. "Dead. That attack of mine definitely killed him." He was going to stop talking there, but saw Sam about to say something. "Before you start talking about ethics, that man was dangerous. He'd probably killed thousands of innocent people before he died. Letting him live would've been cruel and vile."
Sam thought about that for a moment. "He killed dragons and werewolves and creatures like them."
"Yes," said Jasper, "But people. Innocent people. Don't forget that they were exactly like you."
Sam couldn't think of anything to say. Jasper had a point. And a good one too. What would've happened if the murderer hadn't died? How many like Sam would've died by his hands? Although he hated to admit it, that was the smartest thing he'd heard Jasper say for the two hours that he'd known him.
Without much else to discuss, the chamber fell into silence. Faint sounds of other people on the train could be heard through the walls. Laughs and mumbles ran through the carriage as Sam looked out of the window. Jasper looked like he may have been taking a nap, then he heard Sam yawn.
"If you're tired, just go to sleep," mumbled the dragon hunter. Sam gave him a look of dismissal. "Don't trust me?" Jasper asked.
"Not quite," Sam answered coolly.
Jasper gave another sigh before the chamber fell into another quiet spell.