"Mmm it is isn't it?" Jack replied, making no effort to argue or pretend otherwise. He was out of place, he knew that. But instead of allow that fact to be a crutch he'd let it be his support. Let it set him aside but perhaps positively so.
"I'm nobody," he tells her in a half whisper. "I don't exist. I never did and I never will. Figment of your imagination. I'll be gone soon."
Should she sense a slight bitter or hurt edge to his words she wouldn't be wrong. For all his bravado Jack is a damaged man. He'd recover because he always did. But this time the scars were deeper even if they didn't leave phsyical marks he wore them on his shoulders.
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Date: 2009-11-26 06:08 pm (UTC)"I'm nobody," he tells her in a half whisper. "I don't exist. I never did and I never will. Figment of your imagination. I'll be gone soon."
Should she sense a slight bitter or hurt edge to his words she wouldn't be wrong. For all his bravado Jack is a damaged man. He'd recover because he always did. But this time the scars were deeper even if they didn't leave phsyical marks he wore them on his shoulders.