i picked the petals

JACK

Running his tongue across his teeth as if to bite back all the responses he wants to make, or to try to metaphorically snatch at all the scraps of thought that go flying past with only vague meanings or half-formed conclusions, Jack steels his shoulders and looks to the sky as if to plead for help. From whom he doesn't know - he's got a feeling that Safrin has only a salacious wink and a pat on the ass to help him along.

"You don't need to do better. It's not about anythin' bein' your fault," he manages to cut in at last, his hand leaving his pocket so he can take a few steps across the grass towards her. "I just don't understand why. What the fuck about me was good enough to love?" Having said it out loud, it feels like a knife thrown to the ground between them. 

"I'm a really fuckin' bad guy, Flora. Not the type people write songs about so girls will want to fix 'em - I am trash. I killed a guy a couple weeks ago, for fuck's sake, just to do this fuckin' quest." He shrugs his shoulders. "And you, of all people on this shitty rock, deserve someone about as opposite to me as you can get." So Koa, basically.

believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes