be like the love that discovered the sin

JACK

Hissing something like a laugh through his teeth, Jack shakes his head. "I am bein' realistic. If I really thought there was nothin' else to be done, then that's one thing. But I ain't about to lay down an' show my belly after someone killed you unless I ain't got any other choice." It had been Flora's death that had spurred his admission of love, after all, a love that is no less deadly now than it had been in the small cottage in the Greatwood.

Staring hard into the flames of the fire until he's sure he's half blinded himself, he can only scoff under his breath at the flavour that Flora's thoughts take, and though she's understandably having a bit of a crisis of confidence, it doesn't feel good. "So glad you got faith in me, love," he drawls. "Not that I'd call it throwin' away my future. Ain't much of a future, bein' brainwashed into lettin' the void take over everythin' we know."

And if that makes him sound like her fathers, then maybe Flora has been more of an influence on him than she'd expected. "That insult aside," he continues with a snort, "I ain't askin' you to fight. I'm just askin' that you don't expect me to stop."

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky