She can't redeem those who see no need for repentance. How do you redeem the sinner who sees no sin? In another reality, she knows that he never clasped those shackles on Angel. In another world, she knows she never meets him.
But, she can't. Maybe it's her fading powers, but she can't feel anything for that. With all the doors shut, her answers are guesses at best. Elizabeth spoke with passion and distaste. She feels as if her words betray both Jack and her. She wants so badly to believe this man had reason - had purpose in the longevity of it all. He doesn't. It was his anger that killed Rhys, not his suspicions.
And for that, she can never forgive him.
She's ready to converse on it. He still never truly answers her. He dodges the question like it was a bullet fired from a well-aimed pistol. Elizabeth picks up on the interpretation - it's always been this way, it will never change. The circle will never be unbroken because Jack submits to the fact people will never understand and he's doing what needs to be done.
That doesn't sit well with her.
And it's clear more than ever that he's just like Comstock.
But, he's a means to an end. She knows this. She thinks of the times he comforted her, held her and gave her something that she never knew she needed.
Elizabeth shifts in her seat when he circles it back to their mission - yes. That's the string tying them together now...
But she has to ask: ]
Do you have anything to tell me? Anything you want to get off your chest? I did a lot of talking so it's only fair I allow you your voice as well.
[ It's simple questions, but there's a lot riding on this. ]
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She can't redeem those who see no need for repentance. How do you redeem the sinner who sees no sin? In another reality, she knows that he never clasped those shackles on Angel. In another world, she knows she never meets him.
But, she can't. Maybe it's her fading powers, but she can't feel anything for that. With all the doors shut, her answers are guesses at best. Elizabeth spoke with passion and distaste. She feels as if her words betray both Jack and her. She wants so badly to believe this man had reason - had purpose in the longevity of it all. He doesn't. It was his anger that killed Rhys, not his suspicions.
And for that, she can never forgive him.
She's ready to converse on it. He still never truly answers her. He dodges the question like it was a bullet fired from a well-aimed pistol. Elizabeth picks up on the interpretation - it's always been this way, it will never change. The circle will never be unbroken because Jack submits to the fact people will never understand and he's doing what needs to be done.
That doesn't sit well with her.
And it's clear more than ever that he's just like Comstock.
But, he's a means to an end. She knows this. She thinks of the times he comforted her, held her and gave her something that she never knew she needed.
Elizabeth shifts in her seat when he circles it back to their mission - yes. That's the string tying them together now...
But she has to ask: ]
Do you have anything to tell me? Anything you want to get off your chest? I did a lot of talking so it's only fair I allow you your voice as well.
[ It's simple questions, but there's a lot riding on this. ]