JACK
"...Right," Jack says, feeling suddenly colder than any frost coating his hands might cause. It's not as if he can argue, after all - he'd just told Flora he didn't know what it was like, wouldn't know the feeling if it came up and slapped him across the face, let alone started whispering v and e in his most intimate moments. So if he's never felt it, under Flora's definitions - never, in thirty-five years walking the shores of Torchline, of making and breaking relationships and fucking his way through the Halenani... right, yeah. "Lost cause, I guess."
Flora has been the closest thing to a chance to learn that Jack was ever going to get, but as he feels her pull further and further away, the words too little too late spring unbidden into his mind, and he retreats back into himself. Just as she'd always known he would.
"Should have gotten a different sort of ring from Safrin for that," he says of her not being able to keep it from him, his voice rougher than he'd like, the sea breeze ruffling through the back of his hair. "I guess that's it then, isn't it."
Flora has been the closest thing to a chance to learn that Jack was ever going to get, but as he feels her pull further and further away, the words too little too late spring unbidden into his mind, and he retreats back into himself. Just as she'd always known he would.
"Should have gotten a different sort of ring from Safrin for that," he says of her not being able to keep it from him, his voice rougher than he'd like, the sea breeze ruffling through the back of his hair. "I guess that's it then, isn't it."
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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