it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"So I heard," Jack snaps, and at the moment it isn't even intentional. Pouring a large measure of rum and sliding the bottle towards Flora as if fully intending her to join him, the captain wastes hardly any time in knocking it back. "But I heard everythin' else too," he says, voice roughened by the alcohol and a headache beginning to throb a drumbeat behind his eyes.
"They're not gonna stop until they have everythin'," he tells her simply. "It's what they're made for. Only way to survive is to join 'em, an' that'll only last until you've run out of uses. That kid who used to work here - Everest? - he's in on it already." Dahlia's amusement and enjoyment of it all had practically dripped from her thoughts, and the captain still feels oily about it.
"They're not gonna stop until they have everythin'," he tells her simply. "It's what they're made for. Only way to survive is to join 'em, an' that'll only last until you've run out of uses. That kid who used to work here - Everest? - he's in on it already." Dahlia's amusement and enjoyment of it all had practically dripped from her thoughts, and the captain still feels oily about it.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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