[SE] you'll never know it's coming

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

"Oh? You wanna cast your mind back to that night and remember how well it was goin', me tryin' to talk to you?" Jack asks with a tilt of his head. "Or, for that matter, when I ever said you didn't have a say? I asked you not to expect me to stop fightin'. The same as I didn't expect you to keep fightin', if you were done. I'd not take that choice from you. So I'm guilty of a lot of shit, Flora, but you've made me a lot more of a bastard in your head than even I know how to be."

And it's still happening even now. Jack can't love her properly, can't love her enough, or well enough, or intensely enough. He can't give her the passionate fairytale she's wanted for the same amount of time he's told her he can't give it to her, and suddenly it's a surprise when it's all falling apart. "I ain't ever asked you to bend yourself any way except the ones that make you feel good," he retorts before he can help it. "I never asked you to be a martyr for me."

As for whether he's going to go, he scoffs and stares somewhere out at the estuary. "Depends," he mutters, before glancing back to her. "I love you." She'd asked him to say it more often, and now is as good a time as any. "Is that enough?"