[ Honestly, it's the guilt that keeps her here. There's so many things she needs to yell at him about. So many things she needs answers for. Their conversations... his words, her actions - had he been truly lying to her? Knowing he did the exact same thing to his daughter? Elizabeth could be dangerous. She created worlds where civilization crumbled. People died. She could never wash herself of that blood. She heard the story he told during the trial, but...
Was that why Comstock locked her up? Was that why Jack locked Angel up?
Those answers are waiting, but she can't formulate the approach. She's tactical - carrying in the constants and variables instead of relying on her bitterness. He can see her hands try and carefully hold onto his bicep, as if trying to catch him before he stumbles. He's standing - wounded like a caged animal - but in the moment she prepares to fall (she thinks) he actually embraces her.
He hears the air escape out of her lungs. He hears the swallow of spit. He feels her try and keep her body from against his - his own wounds, her own guilt - eating away. Her breath is there, a soft cry as she just stands there. She accepts it. Like a baptism, she accepts the repentance of her sins. His words drowning her so vividly that if she didn't catch another breath, she'd drown.
Fitting, wasn't it?
Elizabeth cries, choking on her words when she can finally respond. She's disgusted by Jack. She's not sure if she hates him, but she feels indebted. He technically freed her. ]
I don't want anyone to feel this. To feel used. To be used. [ Oops. ] I'm so sorry. There's so many things -
[ Elizabeth breaths after their 20 minute hug is over, his embrace calming the goosebumps down her arms. ]
If Alice doesn't know about them, can we use this to our advantage..? If we seriously commit to this. To bring down the trials and these abominations.
[ Elizabeth grits her teeth, her hands clenched. ]
They need to suffer. Every creature needs to feel pain - emotional, physical, spiritual. [ Her eyes look different, like a girl now a woman. ] We need to destroy them first before we get out of here.
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Date: 2016-07-19 12:44 am (UTC)Was that why Comstock locked her up? Was that why Jack locked Angel up?
Those answers are waiting, but she can't formulate the approach. She's tactical - carrying in the constants and variables instead of relying on her bitterness. He can see her hands try and carefully hold onto his bicep, as if trying to catch him before he stumbles. He's standing - wounded like a caged animal - but in the moment she prepares to fall (she thinks) he actually embraces her.
He hears the air escape out of her lungs. He hears the swallow of spit. He feels her try and keep her body from against his - his own wounds, her own guilt - eating away. Her breath is there, a soft cry as she just stands there. She accepts it. Like a baptism, she accepts the repentance of her sins. His words drowning her so vividly that if she didn't catch another breath, she'd drown.
Fitting, wasn't it?
Elizabeth cries, choking on her words when she can finally respond. She's disgusted by Jack. She's not sure if she hates him, but she feels indebted. He technically freed her. ]
I don't want anyone to feel this. To feel used. To be used. [ Oops. ] I'm so sorry. There's so many things -
[ Elizabeth breaths after their 20 minute hug is over, his embrace calming the goosebumps down her arms. ]
If Alice doesn't know about them, can we use this to our advantage..? If we seriously commit to this. To bring down the trials and these abominations.
[ Elizabeth grits her teeth, her hands clenched. ]
They need to suffer. Every creature needs to feel pain - emotional, physical, spiritual. [ Her eyes look different, like a girl now a woman. ] We need to destroy them first before we get out of here.