[ When she looks at Jack, this is the first time it hits her.
Is this what it would be like when she saw Comstock...? Would she have stared down and fought so valiantly for her feelings? Her gaze can't pull away. She never believed she'd see Comstock eye to eye. To question him for the sins he refused to repent. To ask, oh Father, why me? Elizabeth had always wanted out - she wanted to forget everything (that apple didn't fall far from the tree in the end, did it?). Studying his eyes would reveal his truth. Reveal that she's misunderstanding everything. There's a shred of naivety, hoping and wishing that she could believe in him. Believe in his mission and what they need to do.
But... no.
Elizabeth is projecting. She's thinking of herself. It's impossible not to. Sure, Angel may not have had Songbird - so who did she have? Did Jack visit her? Did Jack assure her she was never alone? Did Jack promise her one day, they'd see the sun together and feel the cool breeze against their skin? She wonders if Comstock ever sat there, thinking of her too.
It brings a pit of confusion in her stomach when Jack begins to speak. ]
I'm not her.
[ Angel isn't... she's not a person right now. She's an ideal. A concept. A representation of everything Elizabeth has been fighting so hard to escape. Captivity. Elizabeth is reasonable to know this: the facts are not all clear. She can't ask: Was she happy? Did she understand her powers? Did you show her nothing but love? - they're fragments that she, without her own understanding of his world, can not piece together. ]
I can save her, Jack.
[ That was unexpected, but she sets the coffee down after a sip, holding onto her own biceps. She feels that every vile thought she has to the man... she has to do something. Keep him stable until she can deal with him - til she can get Angel herself. ]
My powers - if I can... if I can get them working... [ She's stuck on a dream, a wish that will never be fulfilled. ] I've visited the future. I've visited the past. Those concepts mean nothing to me. Mixing peas with porridge is nothing new.
[ She gives more clarity of her powers, hoping this catches his attention. She wants it to. If she can get to Angel, get her out, that would be a good day. If she was able to bring the weapons dealer back, why couldn't she bring Angel back? Against her better judgment, she makes promises that she shouldn't keep. ]
Save your apologies for her. Not for me.
[ She's cold, looking up with a bit of distaste. ]
I don't know what I feel for you. Your motives could be as far off point, but here I am. Still here. Putting my faith in you. [ Jack's honestly one of the only people who can get something done - take action. So... she wants to leash him. She wants to utilize him and here... she feels even more like Comstock than she could imagine. ] I don't know how Angel felt - how she feels in any other universe - but there's one where she can be happy. She doesn't need a monster for a father.
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Is this what it would be like when she saw Comstock...? Would she have stared down and fought so valiantly for her feelings? Her gaze can't pull away. She never believed she'd see Comstock eye to eye. To question him for the sins he refused to repent. To ask, oh Father, why me? Elizabeth had always wanted out - she wanted to forget everything (that apple didn't fall far from the tree in the end, did it?). Studying his eyes would reveal his truth. Reveal that she's misunderstanding everything. There's a shred of naivety, hoping and wishing that she could believe in him. Believe in his mission and what they need to do.
But... no.
Elizabeth is projecting. She's thinking of herself. It's impossible not to. Sure, Angel may not have had Songbird - so who did she have? Did Jack visit her? Did Jack assure her she was never alone? Did Jack promise her one day, they'd see the sun together and feel the cool breeze against their skin? She wonders if Comstock ever sat there, thinking of her too.
It brings a pit of confusion in her stomach when Jack begins to speak. ]
I'm not her.
[ Angel isn't... she's not a person right now. She's an ideal. A concept. A representation of everything Elizabeth has been fighting so hard to escape. Captivity. Elizabeth is reasonable to know this: the facts are not all clear. She can't ask: Was she happy? Did she understand her powers? Did you show her nothing but love? - they're fragments that she, without her own understanding of his world, can not piece together. ]
I can save her, Jack.
[ That was unexpected, but she sets the coffee down after a sip, holding onto her own biceps. She feels that every vile thought she has to the man... she has to do something. Keep him stable until she can deal with him - til she can get Angel herself. ]
My powers - if I can... if I can get them working... [ She's stuck on a dream, a wish that will never be fulfilled. ] I've visited the future. I've visited the past. Those concepts mean nothing to me. Mixing peas with porridge is nothing new.
[ She gives more clarity of her powers, hoping this catches his attention. She wants it to. If she can get to Angel, get her out, that would be a good day. If she was able to bring the weapons dealer back, why couldn't she bring Angel back? Against her better judgment, she makes promises that she shouldn't keep. ]
Save your apologies for her. Not for me.
[ She's cold, looking up with a bit of distaste. ]
I don't know what I feel for you. Your motives could be as far off point, but here I am. Still here. Putting my faith in you. [ Jack's honestly one of the only people who can get something done - take action. So... she wants to leash him. She wants to utilize him and here... she feels even more like Comstock than she could imagine. ] I don't know how Angel felt - how she feels in any other universe - but there's one where she can be happy. She doesn't need a monster for a father.
[ But, she has to add on: ]
We don't need another display like last week.