There were many words Jack might have liked to have given to Reinette. Words of thanks and so many emotions. But the energy wasn't in him for it, and already he could feel that he was just that little weaker, the necklace waning in its power.
"Thank you," he said, because it was something at least.
He watched her as she stood and as she moved, and when she was gone from sight he let out a shaky breath. A breath that with it gave way to tired and relieved tears he'd been holding back. Tears because he was out of that hole, out of that hell, and he was thankful of that.
His eyes drifted closed and were still such when she returned. He only realised at all when her hand again touched his. His eyes flickered open again and a tear or two escaped along his cheek.
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"Thank you," he said, because it was something at least.
He watched her as she stood and as she moved, and when she was gone from sight he let out a shaky breath. A breath that with it gave way to tired and relieved tears he'd been holding back. Tears because he was out of that hole, out of that hell, and he was thankful of that.
His eyes drifted closed and were still such when she returned. He only realised at all when her hand again touched his. His eyes flickered open again and a tear or two escaped along his cheek.
"Is it done?"