[ Elizabeth wanted to be alone. Not in the way that Rhys had been. Not with the hopelessness that he felt inside but in hopes of peace. In hopes that she can deal with her feelings - her longing for Jason, her worry for Yuno and Luke - it was silly but he ruins that. He's quick to come to her with hope on his face, of course, it's because of Jack. Something Jack had done. She's not sure she can stomach it but he hurts her when his hand snaps against her wrist. She protests, screaming at him and batting his arm only to find her struggle useless. They're back to in front of the monitors before she can guess and all she sees is Jack in his madness.
He stews, exploding in a fit of frustration and it's bittersweet. Elizabeth's eyes dart from screen to screen - watching the different expressions and angles of his features twisting. She both hates that she made him feel this way and feels uncomfortable by the sudden self-motivation. Hearing him talk so vividly about being a hero - as if she's just some maiden needing to be saved. As if this was some obligation that he needs to do - not because it's right, but because he's the only hero here.
Elizabeth feels so uncomfortable watching the vulgarities and seeing his expression change. Grief, sadness, anger, frustration. ]
No.. that's not -
[ Had her death triggered this? Truly? Elizabeth believes Jack to be of many things, but this - she never has seen this motivation on such a forward, bold level. It makes her breath quicken and her thoughts conflicted. It pains her to know she caused this and she'll glance at Rhys every so often, watching as he just... idolizes him. Elizabeth takes a step back, shaking her head. ]
He's not a hero because he - because he has a personal stake in this now... [ She honestly feels this is a man snapped, who knows his last chance to revive Angel was gone. That's all she can think of. The motive this week - it means nothing because he's not the one who killed her. Angel won't be revived. Elizabeth's eyes shut and a few heavy tears roll down her cheek soon after. ] I don't want to be here. I don't -
He can't erase the things he's done just because he's doing ask I asked for him to - to save them.
[ At this point, she has no clue if he's seen her letters, but Elizabeth turns her back to Rhys, feeling as if she's talking to a brick wall. She feels more alone than ever. ]
...Let him be your hero, but he's not mine.
[ And with that, Elizabeth exits with a soft cry. ]
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Date: 2016-08-14 04:37 am (UTC)He stews, exploding in a fit of frustration and it's bittersweet. Elizabeth's eyes dart from screen to screen - watching the different expressions and angles of his features twisting. She both hates that she made him feel this way and feels uncomfortable by the sudden self-motivation. Hearing him talk so vividly about being a hero - as if she's just some maiden needing to be saved. As if this was some obligation that he needs to do - not because it's right, but because he's the only hero here.
Elizabeth feels so uncomfortable watching the vulgarities and seeing his expression change. Grief, sadness, anger, frustration. ]
No.. that's not -
[ Had her death triggered this? Truly? Elizabeth believes Jack to be of many things, but this - she never has seen this motivation on such a forward, bold level. It makes her breath quicken and her thoughts conflicted. It pains her to know she caused this and she'll glance at Rhys every so often, watching as he just... idolizes him. Elizabeth takes a step back, shaking her head. ]
He's not a hero because he - because he has a personal stake in this now... [ She honestly feels this is a man snapped, who knows his last chance to revive Angel was gone. That's all she can think of. The motive this week - it means nothing because he's not the one who killed her. Angel won't be revived. Elizabeth's eyes shut and a few heavy tears roll down her cheek soon after. ] I don't want to be here. I don't -
He can't erase the things he's done just because he's doing ask I asked for him to - to save them.
[ At this point, she has no clue if he's seen her letters, but Elizabeth turns her back to Rhys, feeling as if she's talking to a brick wall. She feels more alone than ever. ]
...Let him be your hero, but he's not mine.
[ And with that, Elizabeth exits with a soft cry. ]