“It should have stayed damaged,” Jakob mutters, but without the usual venom behind his words. The lights coming on had made it a little easier for him to search in his corner of the cockpit, and thusly improved his mood, if only slightly.

He’s trying not to think of the possible implications of all these screens and panels lighting up around him as he listens to Add punch away at all the damn buttons in the cockpit. As he gropes about for a latch or a handle or something—being far too afraid to outright push any buttons in case those cannons Add mentioned were fully functional after all—he stops whatever he’s doing and looks up, giving Add a flat look.

“You had better steer this thing clear of the Metis and Freyr temples.” That’s where Zelda and Roxas are, after all. But everything else can totally go the pancake route—he’s more worried about what the Heavens might do to Add once this is all sorted out, anyway.