Yeah. Just my notes on who I was thinking might have been infected, but- [ He shrugs ] Didn't even know what I was looking for, to be honest. Got my message saying I should root out the infection, but didn't tell me a damn thing about it. So. That part's irrelevant.
[ There's definitely no sense that Jack is lying here, but it's not hard to read between the lines and guess that he might have another reason for being more guarded. It is irrelevant, since finding out Elizabeth and Rhys both were infected had thrown off his informal metric. But the thoughts in that portion were also personal. At the start of his little mission, he had the idea of nobly having those files go to someone if he were (somehow) to fail and to provide them at least something to go off of. Now? Now, they could pretty much all rot, for all he cared.
But surprisingly, for the other half of her comment, Jack's response is immediate. He laughs, though it's cut off with a wince. ]
So- Sold my soul? That's a little much. Didn't even ask for this. Just went, did my digging, removed the pieces from play so that they wouldn't know I was onto them.
[ There's no conflict here for him. He was given a task, asked to be a hero, and he's done everything he could to accomplish it. It may not be simple, but it's straightforward, so far as he's concerned. It at least leads into the next point well. ]
How many, though? No idea. [ Jack says it matter of factly, confident. At least outwardly, it seems that responsibility doesn't weigh heavily on him by that reaction. ] Hell, for all I know, could be everyone.
[ He pauses, considers his words, then shrugs. ]
...I said it, didn't I? "You can't trust anyone. Not really."
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Date: 2016-07-20 09:41 pm (UTC)[ There's definitely no sense that Jack is lying here, but it's not hard to read between the lines and guess that he might have another reason for being more guarded. It is irrelevant, since finding out Elizabeth and Rhys both were infected had thrown off his informal metric. But the thoughts in that portion were also personal. At the start of his little mission, he had the idea of nobly having those files go to someone if he were (somehow) to fail and to provide them at least something to go off of. Now? Now, they could pretty much all rot, for all he cared.
But surprisingly, for the other half of her comment, Jack's response is immediate. He laughs, though it's cut off with a wince. ]
So- Sold my soul? That's a little much. Didn't even ask for this. Just went, did my digging, removed the pieces from play so that they wouldn't know I was onto them.
[ There's no conflict here for him. He was given a task, asked to be a hero, and he's done everything he could to accomplish it. It may not be simple, but it's straightforward, so far as he's concerned. It at least leads into the next point well. ]
How many, though? No idea. [ Jack says it matter of factly, confident. At least outwardly, it seems that responsibility doesn't weigh heavily on him by that reaction. ] Hell, for all I know, could be everyone.
[ He pauses, considers his words, then shrugs. ]
...I said it, didn't I? "You can't trust anyone. Not really."