i crack the sky like a god-damn whip

JACK

"Which is funny when you think about it, since I never went to Torchline with the intention of takin' the spotlight away." Jack's shrug is easy, nonchalant almost, the Captain smirking around another sip of liquor before he sets the glass down. He'd known it would happen, of course, but the pull of the sand and sea and mismatched rooftops had been more important than anything Flora had felt about it.

He's just created a new ice cube in his glass to replace the one he'd thrown when Vesper speaks again, and he arches and eyebrow across at him. "Ain't one of my tricks yet," he confesses with a shake of his head. "There's plenty around that might fit the bill, though. Heard of clamics? You can find 'em here I think. Look like normal shells, but they'll try'n take a leg off if you get too close."

By the time the conversation turns back to The Ark, Jack is idly freezing the condensation around his glass, watching it spider out in glittering patterns. "She always has," he drawls, as if to say the answer to Vesper's question is very obvious. "An' I can see why that'd be an issue, so if you wanna stay elsewhere, ain't like she'll be offended. Meet her first, though - she might surprise you."

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!