At present there were no guards, as they had initially split up in search of him. Truthfully it would be a while before any stepped upon the market place to search for him, but Jiaa didn’t realise as much and his stress and panic levels were rising. He practically trembled in place. What will Father do? he couldn’t help but think, didn’t want to know the answer… But he had little choice but to man up and face it. When the man began to walk off the little boy had to hurry to keep up, the sensation of his hand in the man’s an odd one; his parents had never treated him like a child, he had been isolated and raised to govern, nothing more and nothing less.
Already having been exhausted from his fleeing, the boy began to lag and relied upon Jonas’ hand to lead him on. Suddenly, however, he was told to lay low. Stepping to the side the boy ducked behind a small pillar and waited for the sign that everything was going to be okay. An exchange followed, half of which the little boy missed due to the noisy nature of the Capital. All of a sudden the guards were down, upon the ground, and Jiaa was being called over. The little boy rose up, looked each way for signs of further hostiles, and hurried on after Jonas. Why was this man seeking to help him? Jiaa could not answer that, but he was a welcome change to the nature of his Father and his men.
Moving up into the ship the little boy stared around, before moving across to take a seat. Where were they going? What would Jonas do with him now? Jiaa was pretty certain he’d never intended to take a child with him when he decided to leave DK. "Where are we going?" he finally whispered, eyes set at the transparisteel window and beyond.