"I'm aware, and I trust you enough to be able to at least take one of them out." Jacob patted Light on his shoulders before letting the young man go.
'One of them, I'll take all of them out, you'll see.' Light mused inwardly, steeling his resolve.
Lucien remained on the edge of the garden, chained up and on his knees. Completely, and utterly drained from trying too hard to escape the enchanted handcuffs.
His hands had almost completely turned purple as a result of how tight the restraints were.
He thought his hands were going to fall off his wrists, but that was another perk of the enchanted handcuffs. They could get tight to the point where the bones in the wrist would shatter, but because they were enchanted, they would ensure that the hands never fall off.
He shuffled, he was at first on his knees, and now he sat completely on the grass, defeated. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the earth, he had given up on trying hard, or even speaking, as he had no mouth.
