carry your baggage up my street

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

"What's a tree but a mast waitin' to be made?" Jack quips back, peering up at the branches that spider out like so much rigging on his ship. The similarities are enough for his own thoughts to wander, though of course they're soon invaded by Flora's, and in response to her apologetic look he shoots her one of mild disgust; practically affection, given how he might have reacted once upon a time. "An' I wouldn't say a date, per say. Can you imagine tellin' Remi all the lovely places I take you?" Haunted, spider infested forest, void clogged jungle, boring beige town in King's End followed by their infamous brothel...

Smirking to himself already, his arm slips around Flora's waist almost automatically as he ferries them forward, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the Hollow Forest or its inhabitants on their way out of it. "I reckon that frost fox was in on it," he grumbles. "Wanted you to follow it so we could get attacked by spiders and giants." Okay, the giant hadn't been doing much of the attacking, it's true, but fuuuuuck.