they say looks can kill and i might try

Jude

Every time we touch, your hands are colder, colder
There's no beating coming from your wooden chest

Jude would back her youngest sibling arguments to the fullest degree if she ever desired to put pen to paper and publish them in full. But he knows her the way he does from nights spent curled together like puppies in his tiny apartment bed, whispering late into the night because Jude was too scared to fall asleep and face the nightmares again. She'd let him in in order to make it fair, because he hadn't had a choice in showing her the ugliest parts of himself back then. He can reach her now in part because she'd been brave enough to open the door in the first place.

His heart pangs at the uncertainty in her tone. Lying to her feels like slowly sinking his hands into boiling water, but he tilts his head to breathe in the scent of her hair to remind himself why it matters. "I think it's worth at least trying." Any amount of time they can win back is more than they had to begin with. Jude's eyes stare off through the kitchen window, stony and certain in the face of her despair. "How about this - I'll go find him, and start working on convincing him in the opposite direction. He can't hurt my feelings nearly as easily." Another lie to join the others. Jude knows exactly what sort of gallows he's walking to in joining Koa in the crusade to keep Noe safe and, presumably, find a way to cure her. He knows he's not going to walk out the other side the same by virtue of his own weakness if nothing else. "I'll write you when I find him and tell you if it works, okay? That way even if he blows up on me too you won't be stuck in the dark." Hopefully an appealing idea given how Koa's unexplained absences had made them all feel. Noe worse than anyone.

Frozen grin, a mannequin when I get closer
I can see the strings, they're underneath your vest