Your lawyer? [ Jane laughs a little, despite herself. She reaches up to rub one of her tired, reddened eyes, trying to focus on the positives and brush the residual tears away. ] Wait. Saul Goodman? You mean the guy from the green screen stripper ads?
[ Jane's never actually personally met the guy, even if she's seen the face and heard the name thanks to Saul's own insistent self-promotion. And if he's actually the kind of person he pretends to be in his TV commercials, then... actually, him being here makes perfect sense. Sorry, Saul.
The other things Jesse is saying don't, though. Timelines? Alternate universes? What? ]
Alternate universe? Wait, so... I just find out Hell is real, and now you're telling me alternate universes aren't just for sci-fi novels, either? [ She shakes her head incredulously, dark hair bouncing as she does. ] Wow. I don't think I know what to say. Except maybe, "Wow, I don't think I know what to say."
[ She watches him sort through his duffel bag, of his things, to find something to suit her. It's a feeling the usually eloquent Jane can't seem to put into words. She's never had someone try to take care of her this unconditionally before, without putting a price on it, without demanding things of her, without judging.
And when he looks over his shoulder at her, her heart just melts. Which is weird, because she shouldn't have a heart, but she must because she can feel it turning into a warm, soft goo that spreads through her chest.
It doesn't mean she's okay now. This isn't the kind of thing you can just be 'okay' with. But it does mean she's starting to feel something other than just misery and regret. ]
It's funny. But there are a lot of stories about people journeying into the afterlife to rescue people they love. In all different cultures. Throughout time, throughout the whole world.
[ She eases herself down onto the bed next time. And for him, tries to smile and meet his gaze. ]
Who knows. If you're here first, maybe I'm here to rescue you. Take you back from Hell, to wherever you go next. Maybe that's why you're still around.
[ That is almost certainly not the case, but a girl can dream. ]
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[ Jane's never actually personally met the guy, even if she's seen the face and heard the name thanks to Saul's own insistent self-promotion. And if he's actually the kind of person he pretends to be in his TV commercials, then... actually, him being here makes perfect sense. Sorry, Saul.
The other things Jesse is saying don't, though. Timelines? Alternate universes? What? ]
Alternate universe? Wait, so... I just find out Hell is real, and now you're telling me alternate universes aren't just for sci-fi novels, either? [ She shakes her head incredulously, dark hair bouncing as she does. ] Wow. I don't think I know what to say. Except maybe, "Wow, I don't think I know what to say."
[ She watches him sort through his duffel bag, of his things, to find something to suit her. It's a feeling the usually eloquent Jane can't seem to put into words. She's never had someone try to take care of her this unconditionally before, without putting a price on it, without demanding things of her, without judging.
And when he looks over his shoulder at her, her heart just melts. Which is weird, because she shouldn't have a heart, but she must because she can feel it turning into a warm, soft goo that spreads through her chest.
It doesn't mean she's okay now. This isn't the kind of thing you can just be 'okay' with. But it does mean she's starting to feel something other than just misery and regret. ]
It's funny. But there are a lot of stories about people journeying into the afterlife to rescue people they love. In all different cultures. Throughout time, throughout the whole world.
[ She eases herself down onto the bed next time. And for him, tries to smile and meet his gaze. ]
Who knows. If you're here first, maybe I'm here to rescue you. Take you back from Hell, to wherever you go next. Maybe that's why you're still around.
[ That is almost certainly not the case, but a girl can dream. ]