Yeah. You could've. Never had any intention of telling you, though. Even if someone's infected, they don't know it. Knew that from the start. I'm only telling you this now because I'm pretty damn sure you're all good on that front, and if not?
[ He shrugs lazily, but doesn't actually elaborate. He really doesn't want to, since that's both very personal and also slightly Elizabeth's fault. Though that has nothing to do with with Elizabeth's infection. ]
Needless to say, you can't tell anyone else about this, kiddo. Pretty sure you get it, but no matter how much you trust 'em as a person, doesn't matter. [ Jack looks down as he remembers something, but then runs a hand through his hair. ] Pretty ironic now, but that's what I was warning you about the other day.
[ "You can't trust anyone. Not really." He had given that advice, though it sits bitterly in his chest now. He had it proven to him four times over the course of a single weekend and that hurts, if he's honest. Twice for how Rhys and Elizabeth both scorned him, then twice for the reminder that he should have never trusted them in the first place here.
This is indeed going to be a long conversation, he feels, and though it pisses him off to feel so injured and weak, he knows not to push it. He grabs a bottle of water, but he ends up walking back towards the bed to take a seat on it. ]
—Sorry for being a dick about the poison, by the way. As soon as we figured out Hancock got poisoned... Knew it was you. --Well, not you, but I couldn't just say that.
[ He groans as he sits down, since he has to do so carefully, but he ends up laughing slightly through the strain anyways, since it's simply how he tends to respond to pain. ]
If there's any rhyme or reason to why I'm the unlucky son of a bitch that got this shitheap of a responsibility, figure that's it. Don't think anyone else could have stared you down and accused you, Liz. I knew it wasn't you that did it. But I still had to pretend I did.
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Date: 2016-07-18 02:21 pm (UTC)[ He shrugs lazily, but doesn't actually elaborate. He really doesn't want to, since that's both very personal and also slightly Elizabeth's fault. Though that has nothing to do with with Elizabeth's infection. ]
Needless to say, you can't tell anyone else about this, kiddo. Pretty sure you get it, but no matter how much you trust 'em as a person, doesn't matter. [ Jack looks down as he remembers something, but then runs a hand through his hair. ] Pretty ironic now, but that's what I was warning you about the other day.
[ "You can't trust anyone. Not really." He had given that advice, though it sits bitterly in his chest now. He had it proven to him four times over the course of a single weekend and that hurts, if he's honest. Twice for how Rhys and Elizabeth both scorned him, then twice for the reminder that he should have never trusted them in the first place here.
This is indeed going to be a long conversation, he feels, and though it pisses him off to feel so injured and weak, he knows not to push it. He grabs a bottle of water, but he ends up walking back towards the bed to take a seat on it. ]
—Sorry for being a dick about the poison, by the way. As soon as we figured out Hancock got poisoned... Knew it was you. --Well, not you, but I couldn't just say that.
[ He groans as he sits down, since he has to do so carefully, but he ends up laughing slightly through the strain anyways, since it's simply how he tends to respond to pain. ]
If there's any rhyme or reason to why I'm the unlucky son of a bitch that got this shitheap of a responsibility, figure that's it. Don't think anyone else could have stared you down and accused you, Liz. I knew it wasn't you that did it. But I still had to pretend I did.