[ She can't help it. She wants so badly to put her feelings aside and help him. He's hurt - he's definitely wounded and there were definite issues to deal with. His exposed face was proof of that because God knows she can read through his ego enough to know that his mask is pretty damn important. To see him like here - a wounded animal - her mercy encompasses her entire being. But...
Elizabeth is selfish.
Elizabeth is so naive that she twists his well-being about her. It's not even intentional or with ill-intent. He's one of the few people she's latched onto and it's disgusting in reality that she sees him with a respect akin to an older man. A father figure. Her lip barely was healed from last week but it trembles, bouncing as she begins to softly sob.
Her entire being was in pain, unable to let the frustrations and grief of losing Hancock go. The fear of losing Jack too. Who next? Fiona? Jason? Jessie? Give a girl some companionship for the first time in 18 years and then take it away? It was cruel.
Blinking through tears and sucking the air in as if she's labored to breath, Elizabeth's slouched and completely vulnerable. That's when a brief second of fear washes over her when he jets his hand forward.
The vibration of her voice when she cries his name out - Jack, not Mr. Jack - immediately but carefully snatching her arms around his neck. Luckily, the blood was avoided as she buries her face against his collar and just cries. His words weren't soothing her. They can't. Not when Hancock said the same thing and was gunned down. ]
You need to - uhgn.. [ Elizabeth says with a heavy breath. ] You need to tend to your wound but we can't trust anyone now. Rhys was - how could he do something like that to you? P-Please... please don't die. Please.
[ She can't keep a straight thought, her eyes stinging. ]
We... we have to do something. This can't happen again. I won't allow it!
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Date: 2016-07-16 05:36 pm (UTC)Elizabeth is selfish.
Elizabeth is so naive that she twists his well-being about her. It's not even intentional or with ill-intent. He's one of the few people she's latched onto and it's disgusting in reality that she sees him with a respect akin to an older man. A father figure. Her lip barely was healed from last week but it trembles, bouncing as she begins to softly sob.
Her entire being was in pain, unable to let the frustrations and grief of losing Hancock go. The fear of losing Jack too. Who next? Fiona? Jason? Jessie? Give a girl some companionship for the first time in 18 years and then take it away? It was cruel.
Blinking through tears and sucking the air in as if she's labored to breath, Elizabeth's slouched and completely vulnerable. That's when a brief second of fear washes over her when he jets his hand forward.
The vibration of her voice when she cries his name out - Jack, not Mr. Jack - immediately but carefully snatching her arms around his neck. Luckily, the blood was avoided as she buries her face against his collar and just cries. His words weren't soothing her. They can't. Not when Hancock said the same thing and was gunned down. ]
You need to - uhgn.. [ Elizabeth says with a heavy breath. ] You need to tend to your wound but we can't trust anyone now. Rhys was - how could he do something like that to you? P-Please... please don't die. Please.
[ She can't keep a straight thought, her eyes stinging. ]
We... we have to do something. This can't happen again. I won't allow it!