Yeah, okay, that's enough of that. This needs to end before the kid hurts himself, or Ghoul loses sight of what's real again. He's barely hanging on by a thread. Both of them are barely hanging.

Ghoul storms the stairs, keeping his eye on that pipe. He's quick, he moves fast. He weaves in and out, just barely dodging any swings Jesse might take, mostly counting on the sleep deprivation to dull those reflexes so he can get in close and end this. All business, Finch. For your own good. One solid shot to the jaw and mama said knock you out. Had to be done.

Once he's out cold, Ghoul picks his noticeably taller twin up and hefts him over his shoulder to carry him safely down the stairs and back to his original spot. He briefly considers just taking Jesse back to that big house, but it might be worse when he wakes up. This will just have to do. Cold ground of the lighthouse floor, Ghoul's vest under his head like a pillow and the Killjoy sitting close, back against the wall, keeping watch. He leaves Jesse's pipe within reach for when he wakes up. Potentially a bad idea, but he can just chalk it up to retaliation for the punch.