Date: 2010-03-22 02:58 am (UTC)
Were Jack anywhere near himself he would protest. He'd argue with her to the N'th degree. But not now. He didn't have the energy nor the inclination. That probably spoke as much as anything as to how broken he had become.

"Where did you think I'd gone?" he asked instead of answering her question at hand. Mostly of course because he knew the answer without even trying. The necklace might prove useful, but it didn't work miracles, and it didn't help enough to give his muscles power where they no longer existed.

But he couldn't ignore her asking entirely, and so he tried, tried a little to move, but nothing happened but a sharp pain.

He shook his head.
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