"Eh?" Jonathan had no idea why he was being thanked but it seemed oddly sincere so he turned to look at him. He raised an eyebrow at the gratitude and then looked back at his caravan. "I ain't never hit my brothers and I never will. I didn't fight my dad from slapping Axel just to do it myself. No one touches Holden or Axel, no one makes them feel bad for who they are."

He was making them outsiders and he knew that. Outsiders with their own people, with society, with the world but they would find their people. They would be educated and ready to escape. Not like Jon.

His brothers had what he didn't have. That was what mattered. "I weren't really pissed with the twerp, you know? Axel is cute. He adores you, apparently."