JACK
She takes a pull from the flask - and makes a fuckin’ fuss about it, too - and Jack can’t help but snort out a laugh as he exhales a stream of smoke. ”If you reckon that’s terrible, don’t try any of the other stuff,” he suggests to her, plucking up the flask and taking a healthy swig from it himself. Once he’s done, Jack tucks it back into his pocket and gives his full attention to Aurelia, so she has no doubt as to whether or not he’s being serious.
”I’ve no fuckin’ idea,” he says. ”Doubt it, though. People go missin’, people leave town and never come back. Did they go back where they came from, or did they get killed while they were tryin’ to find a way?” He scoffs. ”Honestly, what you should be worryin’ about more is where your next meal’s comin’ from. Lucky for you, I might be here to answer all your prayers. How charitable of me.”
”I’ve no fuckin’ idea,” he says. ”Doubt it, though. People go missin’, people leave town and never come back. Did they go back where they came from, or did they get killed while they were tryin’ to find a way?” He scoffs. ”Honestly, what you should be worryin’ about more is where your next meal’s comin’ from. Lucky for you, I might be here to answer all your prayers. How charitable of me.”
