[ Jack listens patiently as Elizabeth speaks, and their demeanors couldn't be more of a sharp contrast here. She's emotional and upset, but Jack is calm, almost uncomfortably so.
Everyone here had seen the very worst of just how volatile Jack was, how Rhys was right that he was the most dangerous person on this ship, and how Rhys had paid the price for no one taking his words to heart. In a way, that ended up being for the best, but Jack hadn't known Rhys was one of them either. It was pure coincidence, since Jack's rage burns dangerously hot, and he had been fully prepared to be scapegoated and drag Rhys down with him. He had been calm then. But this calm is different.
It's not so edged and dangerous, but more the sort of weary calm of someone who has been through too much. And that doesn't come from this weekend alone. This is just another experience to add to a pile of Jack's personal convictions proving themselves to be truths in his experience. Don't trust anyone. The ends justify the means. If you're despised, that's just the natural consequence of doing what it takes to be a hero in the real world.
As Elizabeth starts to get tearful, he beckons for her to come closer, though he knows she might refuse. It's not quite an intentional, conscious want to show her that he's not afraid, but he's not. It's perfectly casual, as if very little had changed. ]
Language. [ But his voice conveys that he's not serious, just always with that sort of amiable humor that he usually has. But after that, there's more of a pause. ]
You're welcome, Elizabeth.
[ Those words are perhaps surprisingly humble for such an egotistic person, and he doesn't dwell on them long before he continues. ]
But, hey... I'm telling you this for a reason, too. I mean-- Hell, considering all that shit Rhys said, dunno if you'll even hear me out. But I'm hoping you will. 'Cause to tell you the truth, working on this alone? Sucks. Figured I probably would be working on it alone until I died, but, well, didn't think the problem was "curable." I've still got a goal to accomplish here. But I'm hoping you'll be willing to help me out with it.
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Date: 2016-07-18 03:20 pm (UTC)Everyone here had seen the very worst of just how volatile Jack was, how Rhys was right that he was the most dangerous person on this ship, and how Rhys had paid the price for no one taking his words to heart. In a way, that ended up being for the best, but Jack hadn't known Rhys was one of them either. It was pure coincidence, since Jack's rage burns dangerously hot, and he had been fully prepared to be scapegoated and drag Rhys down with him. He had been calm then. But this calm is different.
It's not so edged and dangerous, but more the sort of weary calm of someone who has been through too much. And that doesn't come from this weekend alone. This is just another experience to add to a pile of Jack's personal convictions proving themselves to be truths in his experience. Don't trust anyone. The ends justify the means. If you're despised, that's just the natural consequence of doing what it takes to be a hero in the real world.
As Elizabeth starts to get tearful, he beckons for her to come closer, though he knows she might refuse. It's not quite an intentional, conscious want to show her that he's not afraid, but he's not. It's perfectly casual, as if very little had changed. ]
Language. [ But his voice conveys that he's not serious, just always with that sort of amiable humor that he usually has. But after that, there's more of a pause. ]
You're welcome, Elizabeth.
[ Those words are perhaps surprisingly humble for such an egotistic person, and he doesn't dwell on them long before he continues. ]
But, hey... I'm telling you this for a reason, too. I mean-- Hell, considering all that shit Rhys said, dunno if you'll even hear me out. But I'm hoping you will. 'Cause to tell you the truth, working on this alone? Sucks. Figured I probably would be working on it alone until I died, but, well, didn't think the problem was "curable." I've still got a goal to accomplish here. But I'm hoping you'll be willing to help me out with it.