[ With the bluntness of her words, it's almost like she's slapped him with how he pauses, but as is always true with Jack, anger is always there laying wait. His hands clench, and he balls them up into fists so tight that they shake. ]
And— And what? What, you knew, and this was just some- some kind of goddamn joke to you or something?
[ Oh, he's getting angry all over again, and he tries to swallow it. He can't yell here and draw attention to this conversation. His voice lowers to a low, angry whisper as if in response to that thought, but every word is barbed. ]
Then- Then what the hell was that incentive? My Angel— You showed me my Angel happy. Were you just bullshitting me, Alice?
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Date: 2016-07-19 02:21 am (UTC)And— And what? What, you knew, and this was just some- some kind of goddamn joke to you or something?
[ Oh, he's getting angry all over again, and he tries to swallow it. He can't yell here and draw attention to this conversation. His voice lowers to a low, angry whisper as if in response to that thought, but every word is barbed. ]
Then- Then what the hell was that incentive? My Angel— You showed me my Angel happy. Were you just bullshitting me, Alice?