trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life

JACK

Jack is the rock that Flora's thoughts crash against, and though he's known it for some time, only now is he able to properly realise the trenches of erosion she's made in his sky-high walls. The glittering light of her pleasure oozes through the cracks she's made, warming him in turn, and it's with a careful and measured breath that the captain keeps his gaze on the illusion spraying across the walls and ceiling above them. "What she did was personal," he agrees. "Personal in a way that goes beyond anythin' the Family ever wanted to achieve."

And so really, it does only seem right that Flora make her retribution just as personal in turn. Better men might have argued the platitude that a life well lived is the best revenge or some other bullshit, but Jack? Jack reaches out almost affectionately to tease a lock of golden hair back behind the Doubletake's ear. "Let me know when you plan to do it. I'll let you know all the things she's most afraid of."

As for what the White Knight plans to do with Dahlia, the captain rolls his eyes with reluctant approval at it all. "A clever move, if I'm fuckin' honest," he mutters. "He's gonna use her as leverage with the rest of those purple fucks, an' try to squeeze as much information from her as he can. When she's no longer useful, though? I imagine he'll be just as eager to spill blood."

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!