i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"So that'll just be you, then? Forever ageless on the Ark, with your split ends and a crew that never stays the same?" It's meant to be a joke, some pathetic attempt to shove them back towards normalcy, but instead it only has Flora's fingers wrapping around her stomach as a cold wave rocks through her. Alone. Jack would be alone. If she'd thought he was a grumpy cunt now for having lost a few friends in the war, how was he going to manage constantly having to reforge relationships with Torchline's leaders each and every time they turned over? The idea of him in his same old cabin, the boards of the Ark replaced and then replaced again, his maps all but memorized and reduced to decorations, Flora realized that perhaps a good deal of her sudden sadness wasn't for her, but for him.
Gods, it's comfortable being next to him, unfairly so. What it said about Flora that she was so willing to heel at his side after each and every crisis he thrust upon her, she didn't know, having lost all objectivity when it came to Jack long ago. "Of course." She mumbles, shifting her bag ever so slightly. "You know, if...any part of your quest requires just getting things, I have a guy who does all of mine." Flora offers in an uncertain voice, her eyes on the blue-black grasses swaying before them.
Gods, it's comfortable being next to him, unfairly so. What it said about Flora that she was so willing to heel at his side after each and every crisis he thrust upon her, she didn't know, having lost all objectivity when it came to Jack long ago. "Of course." She mumbles, shifting her bag ever so slightly. "You know, if...any part of your quest requires just getting things, I have a guy who does all of mine." Flora offers in an uncertain voice, her eyes on the blue-black grasses swaying before them.
