All Simon did was ask questions. All Michelle did was ask questions.
[ there's a difference, between conversation and pushing. it starts to look like accusation. it starts to look like dissent. no one seems to get that here, what they risk in letting their mouth run. it's really a wonder more haven't gone through what he did. maybe they have, and it only happened as quietly to them as it did to jack. the rover, after all, was sound proof. no one aside from gliese, michelle, and himself heard his screams.
as he continues, jack's eyes widen some, as if being slapped across the cheek, starting to drift elsewhere as he outlines his offense. he wants to say he had cared, that that was why he'd come to him so immediately, and why he'd been so vicious about it. all jack knows about delivering a point is being ruthless with it. the consequences of it have never particularly mattered. or, rather, he'd thought he had nothing to lose, for a long while. but, really, had he? he'd been scared, for what he has now, for losing it. for having it broken. his jaw works, shifting from one side to the other, before he speaks quietly. ]
No. [ jack voices, quiet but clear, and level, as if it comes from a perfectly logical, stable place in his mind. ] I only cared about myself.
[ hanna is a vice for him as much as anything else. something he uses as a crutch. someone who's support he's never lost, and someone who knows all his secrets and bears them for him. ]
A change of scenery and half a year doesn't change that. I'm sorry. [ for what he did, for who he is, for what he can't, or won't, change about himself. he really isn't even certain anymore. and maybe he's someone for d'artagnan to perserve over. an obstacle in the road. but the truth remains the same. he has no excuse for what he did. ]
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[ there's a difference, between conversation and pushing. it starts to look like accusation. it starts to look like dissent. no one seems to get that here, what they risk in letting their mouth run. it's really a wonder more haven't gone through what he did. maybe they have, and it only happened as quietly to them as it did to jack. the rover, after all, was sound proof. no one aside from gliese, michelle, and himself heard his screams.
as he continues, jack's eyes widen some, as if being slapped across the cheek, starting to drift elsewhere as he outlines his offense. he wants to say he had cared, that that was why he'd come to him so immediately, and why he'd been so vicious about it. all jack knows about delivering a point is being ruthless with it. the consequences of it have never particularly mattered. or, rather, he'd thought he had nothing to lose, for a long while. but, really, had he? he'd been scared, for what he has now, for losing it. for having it broken. his jaw works, shifting from one side to the other, before he speaks quietly. ]
No. [ jack voices, quiet but clear, and level, as if it comes from a perfectly logical, stable place in his mind. ] I only cared about myself.
[ hanna is a vice for him as much as anything else. something he uses as a crutch. someone who's support he's never lost, and someone who knows all his secrets and bears them for him. ]
A change of scenery and half a year doesn't change that. I'm sorry. [ for what he did, for who he is, for what he can't, or won't, change about himself. he really isn't even certain anymore. and maybe he's someone for d'artagnan to perserve over. an obstacle in the road. but the truth remains the same. he has no excuse for what he did. ]