☞ 031. (text + action)

[wouldnotkindly]

If anyone see's an irish man who calls himself Atlas
Or a man named Frank fontaine
Let me know ASAP
Please

[Jack has seen this enough times before to know there's a chance of his appearance here, however slim it may be. In the meantime, though, he's going to go about his daily business.]

( OOC: absolutely open to all fourth-wall harassment, action or network replies or whatever, and feel free to run into him wherever! )

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[wouldnotkindly]

[At the very least, he isn't finding out mere seconds after murdering Andrew Ryan with his own golf club. But that's small comfort when he considers that he won't remember a damn thing after he leaves here (if he leaves here, and what the hell is he going to do if he doesn't?).

Even so...]

The things youre about to go through
The things i already went through i mean
Theyre going to be hard
But you cant give up

[unkindly]

[He breathes, he nods, he's fine. He's fine.

He's already been through hell. He can go through more.

He can.

He can.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He knows he can. He already has, after all. But he feels like he needs to convince his own self as much as he does this other self.]

I dont know yet if were going to get out alive
But the only thing that matters is making sure Fontaine doesn't

[unkindly]

[He takes a deep breath and... yes. There's the resolve. There's his persistence, his focus.

He nods.]

Right.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Somehow, that's more reassuring than he'd thought it would be.

Then something else occurs to him.]

One more piece of advice
Use your voice while you still can

[unkindly]

[He's noticed the scars, he's noticed the other not talking at all.]

Because of...

[He gestures to his own throat, not knowing how to refer to something he doesn't actually know about.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He considers telling himself about the surgical machine, about the incredible pain and how it's necessary, goddamn necessary to keep after Fontaine. But it doesn't really matter, does it?]

Yes.

[unkindly]

[He swallows, because he can't even imagine what that feels like, and nods.

Jack takes a breath, wanting to ask more, wanting to know everything but not really sure how to ask himself that. His brow furrows instead and he's at a loss for words even though the other... him just said he should use his voice but... he doesn't know what to say.]