full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
"Is there any time when you don't have to get the last word?" Jack nearly growled, his patience for Eloise steadily wearing thin. And as her fist lanced up, the captain caught it almost lazily at this point, with the hand bound and bloodied from the knife. He didn't care about the flare of pain it caused, currently busy with the fragility of Eloise's self-worth, of her need to be something only for her own doubt to sabotage her at every opportunity.
"You," he said through clenched teeth, "would do well to decide how much you are worth. To yourself, to me, to the Ark. I'm a mindreader and even I can't wrap my head around you for more than a minute."
"You," he said through clenched teeth, "would do well to decide how much you are worth. To yourself, to me, to the Ark. I'm a mindreader and even I can't wrap my head around you for more than a minute."
