"I want you safe," Jack reiterated, as weak as his words were there was a force behind them as strong as he could manage, in intent if nothing else.
Her next words though were met with surprise. His wrist strap. He thought it gone. Never expected he'd see it again. He had thought that he was stuck here, doomed to live again through centuries he'd seen and hadn't. The world again from a different angle. But she had it.
But it wasn't that simple. He tried to shake his head, though it was more a movement of eyes if nothing else.
"I can't," he said, "I wouldn't manage a trip through the vortex like this and I don't know what would happen. It's too dangerous. Die and I'll wake up looking like the Jack that you know."
It was a lot for him to ask. Selfish really, and in truth he'd never want her to have to be put through doing such a thing. But he hurt. He hurt so much and he just wanted to be rid of it. He wanted to lie and to sleep and to feel like a man he once was.
"How can you even recognise me," he said. And he wondered it. Full of the beard as he was, and with such a mass of hair, body gaunt and drawn, eyes heavy and sunken, cheeks too. He wondered where in that was the man she met. The handsome man that acted like the world was his.
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:27 am (UTC)Her next words though were met with surprise. His wrist strap. He thought it gone. Never expected he'd see it again. He had thought that he was stuck here, doomed to live again through centuries he'd seen and hadn't. The world again from a different angle. But she had it.
But it wasn't that simple. He tried to shake his head, though it was more a movement of eyes if nothing else.
"I can't," he said, "I wouldn't manage a trip through the vortex like this and I don't know what would happen. It's too dangerous. Die and I'll wake up looking like the Jack that you know."
It was a lot for him to ask. Selfish really, and in truth he'd never want her to have to be put through doing such a thing. But he hurt. He hurt so much and he just wanted to be rid of it. He wanted to lie and to sleep and to feel like a man he once was.
"How can you even recognise me," he said. And he wondered it. Full of the beard as he was, and with such a mass of hair, body gaunt and drawn, eyes heavy and sunken, cheeks too. He wondered where in that was the man she met. The handsome man that acted like the world was his.