He can see the defeat in the other man, it's screaming from head to toe as Bash sinks down and... He should gloat. Normally, he would gloat. But as Chase watches, he just... doesn't feel like it. For once.

His grip loosens on the bars, and Chase takes a step back, looking down at the demigod.

"Why won't you just let go of him?" There's no malice in his voice, for once. He sounds genuinely confused, and curious. "What makes him so special?"

Why should Jeff get everything that Chase doesn't have?