[ She reads over them, trying desperately to find something he may have missed. The girl was foolish, it was evident as such before she hands the datapad back. ]
Huh. I suppose those in the future lose their poetic flare.
[ DAMN. She's a little cold, but honestly? Selling your soul for a lead isn't above most. Especially if it could lead to salvation. Elizabeth falters, her hands clutching infront of her. He can tell she's nervous. He can tell that despite the anger and need for revenge... she's growing up. Pulling from mindsets where everything will be okay because it's evident that couldn't be far from the truth. ]
So... memory loss is one of the biggest indictors. Alibis and memories not lining up. Jack, I - I honestly don't recall bringing the wine to Hancock.
[ She says, sad as her eyes peel from him to an unsuspecting wall. ]
The turret, the ivy - ... I just remember painting.
[ Elizabeth looks down, thinking of Rhys. Thinking of the words he said during the trial, how quickly he ripped away at the "lies" Jack told her. She doesn't know how to feel - not that she was terribly close with Rhys but he did so much to save her. Even for a stupid vendetta.
And now? She thinks of Fiona. ]
I'll keep in touch. Don't talk to me in public. I don't care how you feel about me - whatever... whatever moments we shared, how you viewed me... it doesn't matter, does it?
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Date: 2016-07-23 10:10 pm (UTC)Huh. I suppose those in the future lose their poetic flare.
[ DAMN. She's a little cold, but honestly? Selling your soul for a lead isn't above most. Especially if it could lead to salvation. Elizabeth falters, her hands clutching infront of her. He can tell she's nervous. He can tell that despite the anger and need for revenge... she's growing up. Pulling from mindsets where everything will be okay because it's evident that couldn't be far from the truth. ]
So... memory loss is one of the biggest indictors. Alibis and memories not lining up. Jack, I - I honestly don't recall bringing the wine to Hancock.
[ She says, sad as her eyes peel from him to an unsuspecting wall. ]
The turret, the ivy - ... I just remember painting.
[ Elizabeth looks down, thinking of Rhys. Thinking of the words he said during the trial, how quickly he ripped away at the "lies" Jack told her. She doesn't know how to feel - not that she was terribly close with Rhys but he did so much to save her. Even for a stupid vendetta.
And now? She thinks of Fiona. ]
I'll keep in touch. Don't talk to me in public. I don't care how you feel about me - whatever... whatever moments we shared, how you viewed me... it doesn't matter, does it?
[ A beat. ]
I won't trust anyone again.