Jae, in all his innocent ignorance of his own potential, doesn't think there's anything out of the ordinary about suddenly having a functional sixth sense. His uncle could do it, and berated him for being so psychically dull. He figures all his walls are just being beaten down in Baedal - and in a way, that's true. He's half frightened of it, as if suddenly feeling the metaphysical world around him will make him more a target, but he's also resigned about it. In a way.

When he pulls his hand back he hesitates, catching that not-smile (or thinking he did) and finding himself - surprised. He wrinkles his nose briefly, trying to hide whatever weird emotion starts to twist in his stomach, and then: "If you're - I mean. Going my way, I wouldn't hate not getting eaten again."