And he will keep working on the drink he's stolen from her. Not really his taste, not strong enough, but he's taken it, so he will finish it.
What a bizarre turn of events this is. The two of them sitting half naked with a sea of alcoholic drinks, tearing at the raw wounds they carry, skirting around things they should probably talk about. He needs to tell her, wants to tell her, how well he knows that all it takes is one bullet. The price Jack demanded for her death. Some small voice in the back of his head tells him that isn't her fault, some part of him knows very well that Jack would have killed any of them first chance he got regardless of whether or not they killed her. Another much louder voice wants to make her feel even an ounce of their pain, wants to feed her guilt like Jack fed her Eridium.
The blood that stains Jack's hands stains hers too. Without her, he would never have been able to do what he did. Isn't that how it was?
"Sometimes. Pay's shit, though." Another mouthful of drink, another breath. "He got Roland."
In the end, that's all he has the spirit to say. Nothing about how it was right after she went, that it was revenge, that it was to replace Angel with Lilith. He doesn't say that, in a way, all of it was for nothing, that in the end Jack still charged the key, still opened the vault and released the Warrior.
He doesn't say that if they'd done things their own way instead of listening to her, just maybe, Roland would still be alive. That her selfishness killed the best man he's ever known. It just sits in his chest like venom.
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What a bizarre turn of events this is. The two of them sitting half naked with a sea of alcoholic drinks, tearing at the raw wounds they carry, skirting around things they should probably talk about. He needs to tell her, wants to tell her, how well he knows that all it takes is one bullet. The price Jack demanded for her death. Some small voice in the back of his head tells him that isn't her fault, some part of him knows very well that Jack would have killed any of them first chance he got regardless of whether or not they killed her. Another much louder voice wants to make her feel even an ounce of their pain, wants to feed her guilt like Jack fed her Eridium.
The blood that stains Jack's hands stains hers too. Without her, he would never have been able to do what he did. Isn't that how it was?
"Sometimes. Pay's shit, though." Another mouthful of drink, another breath. "He got Roland."
In the end, that's all he has the spirit to say. Nothing about how it was right after she went, that it was revenge, that it was to replace Angel with Lilith. He doesn't say that, in a way, all of it was for nothing, that in the end Jack still charged the key, still opened the vault and released the Warrior.
He doesn't say that if they'd done things their own way instead of listening to her, just maybe, Roland would still be alive. That her selfishness killed the best man he's ever known. It just sits in his chest like venom.