good for nothing

i want to taste you again

"She's the sunrise and sunset, and the stars that come out at night. What I am doesn't even come close." It's said frankly, quietly, the words an honest admission in the face of his meeting with the goddess. And after that silence descends upon them, but of course it isn't true silence - it never is, with Jack. The captain closes his eyes and waits for the wounds scraping against the inside of his skull to feel less raw, less vibrant, though as Flora's thoughts - artfully dampened, it's true - drift through to him, he can't hold his tongue for good.

"Is it not enough, just to be important to me?" he asks, his voice still rough and his eyes in his lap. His fingers work slowly, attempting to get the feeling back, because that will go a long way towards being able to get to his feet, he thinks. "I told you what I can do - you're one of only two people in the world who know. I'm here with you - I could've asked you to leave while I spoke with Safrin, but I didn't. You've seen me in ways other people never have, never will." Is that not enough? Does it have to be love in capital letters in neon lights?

As for his tasks, he snorts and shrugs his agreement. "A little death, a little life. Not much," he mutters.

like a secret or a sin

JACK