it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"That's hardly the attitude to take," Jack said, barking out a laugh and flashing a grin at Sunjata. "Maybe invest in a bit of armour, stop yourself gettin' used as a pin cushion quite so often." But then again, maybe Jata enjoyed it. Some guys liked to show off their scars, after all. Jack, on the other hand, enjoyed showing off how alive he still was.
But then they were speaking of Safrin - of a personal, actual experience with a goddess - and Jack shut up to listen. He could envisage the lady of the stars like something out of the finest paintings, all big bosomed and milky skinned, the captain gazing up at the stars like he'd be able to see her reflected in them. "That makes sense," he said eventually. "Pretty she might be, but anyone who likes to be talked about has the potential to take issue with what you've been sayin' about her. Wise to stay on that good side."
But then they were speaking of Safrin - of a personal, actual experience with a goddess - and Jack shut up to listen. He could envisage the lady of the stars like something out of the finest paintings, all big bosomed and milky skinned, the captain gazing up at the stars like he'd be able to see her reflected in them. "That makes sense," he said eventually. "Pretty she might be, but anyone who likes to be talked about has the potential to take issue with what you've been sayin' about her. Wise to stay on that good side."
