there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Jack's eyebrows raise, his head cocking to the side, and though he doesn't step back with the torrent of her thoughts, the tightening at the edges of his eyes show very well that he's hearing them - every single one of them, in fact, the feelings cutting along his magic like very fine razors. He waits for more - he waits for her to slap him across the face, actually, and is surprised when that isn't the latest addition to her repertoire - and only when it doesn't come does he speak again.
"No," he says quietly, knowing from last time that his being calm is likely only going to piss her off more, but Jack has only grown more calculating over the past few seasons. "It isn't that I don't care. If you'd wanted to tell me specifically where you were goin', you would have."
Burying his hands in his pockets, he remains by the rope snaking away up to The Ark hovering overhead. "Let me get this right, though, just so I'm clear. You decided to pack up and head here rather than comin' to talk to me. You've wound yourself up and pissed yourself off more because you ran an' I didn't chase you like you wanted me to, and now all this is still my fault?"
"No," he says quietly, knowing from last time that his being calm is likely only going to piss her off more, but Jack has only grown more calculating over the past few seasons. "It isn't that I don't care. If you'd wanted to tell me specifically where you were goin', you would have."
Burying his hands in his pockets, he remains by the rope snaking away up to The Ark hovering overhead. "Let me get this right, though, just so I'm clear. You decided to pack up and head here rather than comin' to talk to me. You've wound yourself up and pissed yourself off more because you ran an' I didn't chase you like you wanted me to, and now all this is still my fault?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
