JACK
Jack's hand snatches away as her fingers brush towards his sleeve, the captain stepping past with the full intention of cutting a smooth path towards The Ark, the ice forming at his heels making every step crunch audibly. But her wait halts him, however briefly, and the slow inhale he takes isn't one of empathy or love - it's a measured thing, snapping the locks down on his self control to keep him watertight and float. Talk to me, Flora continues, and he nearly doesn't bother, wanting to give her nothing and feeling as though he owes her even less.
"You never think," he says slowly, turning back towards her. "Never consider beyond what's right now, or how what you do alters the course of everythin' else. I told you what it was like in Dahlia's mind, and how it scared the shit outta me, and you did what you did anyway." His already cold eyes seem dark as the sea lapping beneath their feet.
"She could've asked you anythin' and you'd have told her whatever she wanted. Any secret you hold could've been hers in a whisper, even the secrets that aren't yours. And no, I don't care that it didn't happen. My future was a risk you decided was worth takin' - and you didn't even make me part of the choice."
Jack spits at her feet, though it's ice before it ever hits the wooden boards.
"And for what?" He growls. "A noose around my neck? Was dyin' once because you loved me not enough? Now you've gotten yourself out from under Dahlia's feet, I'm right back in the firin' line for them to take it out on you. And before you start, I know what that poxy vial of blood will be used for. Providin' I live long enough to see it used, I can't wait to sit in a prison you made for us, all so you could feel bigger and cleverer than anyone else. If I ask nice, will you make sure the little safe zone is somewhere I can put down anchor for the next few years?"
"You never think," he says slowly, turning back towards her. "Never consider beyond what's right now, or how what you do alters the course of everythin' else. I told you what it was like in Dahlia's mind, and how it scared the shit outta me, and you did what you did anyway." His already cold eyes seem dark as the sea lapping beneath their feet.
"She could've asked you anythin' and you'd have told her whatever she wanted. Any secret you hold could've been hers in a whisper, even the secrets that aren't yours. And no, I don't care that it didn't happen. My future was a risk you decided was worth takin' - and you didn't even make me part of the choice."
Jack spits at her feet, though it's ice before it ever hits the wooden boards.
"And for what?" He growls. "A noose around my neck? Was dyin' once because you loved me not enough? Now you've gotten yourself out from under Dahlia's feet, I'm right back in the firin' line for them to take it out on you. And before you start, I know what that poxy vial of blood will be used for. Providin' I live long enough to see it used, I can't wait to sit in a prison you made for us, all so you could feel bigger and cleverer than anyone else. If I ask nice, will you make sure the little safe zone is somewhere I can put down anchor for the next few years?"
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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