[SE] scratch my back

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Jack follows, absorbing everything he can from the layout of the boxing ring. He takes in the advocates' space upstairs and, more than that, all of Sunjata's passive thoughts about it. He steps over a board he knows now is creaky, and takes a seat not on the sofa, but in a nearby chair. But perhaps you should go first would have been his thought as well, and the captain declines the cigarettes so he can stretch out in the chair, drumming his fingers against the arm of it.

"What I'm gonna tell you is somethin' that no one else in Torchline knows," he informs him. "An' just because I'm tellin' you here in this poky little office, like it ain't shit, make no mistake. You say a word of this to anyone, and I'll know. And I'll kill you, Sunjata." Watching the Governor with sharp, sky blues, he hopes the other man knows how serious he is. Dragons aside, strength aside, Jack will get it done.

Then he lets out a deep breath and pinches at the bridge of his nose. "I ain't an Accepted. Ain't ever been one. You don't gotta tell me shit about your father. Just think about it - I'll know."

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt