Elizabeth fully anticipates her life on the line. She anticipates that one moment of clarity where Jack snaps. If his temper was any indication and his actions towards Rhys - she could very well be on the receiving end of a bullet. It's just common sense to her. She wants so badly to believe the good in people, to believe that mankind was not doomed to give into this.
She looks at him with true sadness on her face, but it's not for him. It's for what may need to be done. She looks down at her hands, the strange amputated pinky covered in her thimble. Without her powers, she can't feel it - that weird... sense that everything will be alright. She'll be alright and selfishly, it scares her. Elizabeth doesn't want to be some hero - she wants to do good. Do Good and your heaven awaits you, is what she was taught. Be fearful of God and he will welcome you personally.
She's afraid.
Jack represented so much to her that she feels the choice wasn't as clear as she wants. If she knew it was for the good of the ship, she would stab him right now in cold blood. Her father's blood ran through her veins - why not on her hands?
But... she wasn't sure. His mission - as far as she knows - relies aligned with hers. Resigning herself to the fact they must work together, so she gets her selfish revenge on those monsters that used her as some puppet. Some husk to enact their evil. Elizabeth's words were truthful: she wanted sin to be absolved. His sin.
He sits down and she looks to him, her hand hovering over her thigh, barely pressing her palm down to where her secured scissors remain. Just a precaution. By noting his reaction, she feels as if she said something wrong - as if he saw through any words she had for the immediate ill-intent. ]
My beliefs are my own. My faith in God may waver at times, but it's - it's hard to explain. The Book tells you to do good and God will forgive you, to wash away the sins on your hands as long as you're looking to repent. [ She knows that gods and God were two different aspects now - many of them different than her own. Her voice sounds grim, knowing that eventually... there will come a time - ] I hope when I die, I can find freedom in His heaven. I wish the same for you. That's all.
[ But for him? She looks to him, noting the changes in his expression. Trying, so deeply to understand why. Why was he like this? How could have done something so heinous without a reason? Rhys was not going to die in vain and she refuses to dismiss it. ]
If you would like to cast your doubt on me, it's your prerogative. I can't wipe away your sins. I can't fix this [ VAGUE HAND GESTURES. ] - but I can care about you. Even if your actions - I hate them - I don't think it's too late for you to get your personal heaven.
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Elizabeth fully anticipates her life on the line. She anticipates that one moment of clarity where Jack snaps. If his temper was any indication and his actions towards Rhys - she could very well be on the receiving end of a bullet. It's just common sense to her. She wants so badly to believe the good in people, to believe that mankind was not doomed to give into this.
She looks at him with true sadness on her face, but it's not for him. It's for what may need to be done. She looks down at her hands, the strange amputated pinky covered in her thimble. Without her powers, she can't feel it - that weird... sense that everything will be alright. She'll be alright and selfishly, it scares her. Elizabeth doesn't want to be some hero - she wants to do good. Do Good and your heaven awaits you, is what she was taught. Be fearful of God and he will welcome you personally.
She's afraid.
Jack represented so much to her that she feels the choice wasn't as clear as she wants. If she knew it was for the good of the ship, she would stab him right now in cold blood. Her father's blood ran through her veins - why not on her hands?
But... she wasn't sure. His mission - as far as she knows - relies aligned with hers. Resigning herself to the fact they must work together, so she gets her selfish revenge on those monsters that used her as some puppet. Some husk to enact their evil. Elizabeth's words were truthful: she wanted sin to be absolved. His sin.
He sits down and she looks to him, her hand hovering over her thigh, barely pressing her palm down to where her secured scissors remain. Just a precaution. By noting his reaction, she feels as if she said something wrong - as if he saw through any words she had for the immediate ill-intent. ]
My beliefs are my own. My faith in God may waver at times, but it's - it's hard to explain. The Book tells you to do good and God will forgive you, to wash away the sins on your hands as long as you're looking to repent. [ She knows that gods and God were two different aspects now - many of them different than her own. Her voice sounds grim, knowing that eventually... there will come a time - ] I hope when I die, I can find freedom in His heaven. I wish the same for you. That's all.
[ But for him? She looks to him, noting the changes in his expression. Trying, so deeply to understand why. Why was he like this? How could have done something so heinous without a reason? Rhys was not going to die in vain and she refuses to dismiss it. ]
If you would like to cast your doubt on me, it's your prerogative. I can't wipe away your sins. I can't fix this [ VAGUE HAND GESTURES. ] - but I can care about you. Even if your actions - I hate them - I don't think it's too late for you to get your personal heaven.