He managed to push the idea in by force—not all of it, but a good part made it through the resistance. The man felt as if something was wrong. He scratched his head, trying to recall something, and when he couldn't, he let it go.
"I guess it's not exactly your fault this situation found us. I'm sure everyone outside is also facing situations similar to ours," the man said and walked away, but then paused after a few steps and looked back.
"That being said, it's only a matter of time till the girl can't live anymore," he added and walked away.
Immediately the man was far enough, Jake coughed up a mouthful of blood. His head was banging, the pain was immense; he could hardly keep himself standing.
"So that's what it takes to use the path. It's a powerful ability to be able to forge my ideas, but the cost isn't light," Jake said to himself. He headed back to the table where the girl was and sat down.
