Jay stayed where he was, back to the wall and shock on his face, only able to do as much as watch things rattling out of a box, and Eli slamming down upon the discarded knife as if trying to catch a spider. Jay almost caught himself breathing a sigh of relief that the temptation of it was no longer in view, never mind within reach.

“Thanks, Eli,” he mumbled, really meaning sorry more than thank you, but hoping Eli might see the apology in his eyes. “Think it’s cursed?” He asked, nodding towards the box wherein the knife was now trapped, with a very feeble chuckle; he was more joking than really expecting an answer. The better question would be what Eli was doing with it specifically, and why hadn’t he turned it in to Mr. Fox, but - having experienced the lure of it quite so recently - Jay presumed he would be a hypocrite to dwell on it.

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