blood ties

JACK

Jack certainly is starting to learn where Flora gets her big feelings from, but as he gets a taste of the maelstrom swirling in Remi's mind, he can safely say that it doesn't do it for him in the same way. Though perhaps that isn't entirely true, if the muscle feathering in the captain's jaw is anything to go by; his fuse has grown longer as the years have passed, it's true, but whilst he stands less than a little chance at going toe to toe with the Bastion in a fight, fuck him if he thinks he'll take this lying down.

"For a man who has so much to say about my age, you're doin' a stellar job at actin' like I'm a kid you can lecture," he says, his voice quiet but threaded with steel. "Not all of us are you. Whatever sad story you wrote with Safrin ain't the gold standard for goddesses. Maybe if you'd done better things would've turned out differently for you."

As for the sort of love Flora might be fine with, unlike Remi, the captain doesn't get to his feet, but the drink in his glass has frozen over completely and the smell of ozone fills the air. "That make you feel good, did it? She tells you I make her happy, and you say shit like this. You really are a fuckin' terrible father."

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky