JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
”Oh, there’s plenty,” Jack assured her, letting his hand drop away to rest in his pocket. ”But no one keeps my ego in check quite like you.” It wasn’t not a compliment; probably the closest thing Raza would get when it came to Jack, at least. Placing the stick of peppermint bark back between his teeth, he heard the Liaison out, ticking over what he knew, what he’d seen, heard, the way the rest of the Governor’s council had been acting.
”Are they ever?” he wondered, in quiet agreement with her assessment of the job - it was shit, but then again Remi had stood upon a platform and convinced them to throw their votes in with him. But then Raza asked the what-if equation, and Jack took a moment to consider it. It would be just his luck that shit would go belly up when he wasn’t around, so she as right - best to be prepared.
He reached into the pocket of his waistcoat, drawing out a slip of parchment and a pencil and gesturing for Raza to turn around so he could use her back to lean on and write. ”Zeph should be your first port of call. He’s gettin’ deep into this business with the Arbiter, an’ if I’m not around he’s the next best thing for knowin’ how to get around.” Though she’d already know that.
”Are they ever?” he wondered, in quiet agreement with her assessment of the job - it was shit, but then again Remi had stood upon a platform and convinced them to throw their votes in with him. But then Raza asked the what-if equation, and Jack took a moment to consider it. It would be just his luck that shit would go belly up when he wasn’t around, so she as right - best to be prepared.
He reached into the pocket of his waistcoat, drawing out a slip of parchment and a pencil and gesturing for Raza to turn around so he could use her back to lean on and write. ”Zeph should be your first port of call. He’s gettin’ deep into this business with the Arbiter, an’ if I’m not around he’s the next best thing for knowin’ how to get around.” Though she’d already know that.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
