week 8 | monday morning (super early)

[baptizer]

[ Elizabeth doesn't think Jason needs to know why she left his room. It was... PG 13, okay. Nothing happened, but she definitely requested to stay in his room after a few nightmares plagued her. He was one of the few people she could trust and after his last adventure? She's keeping an eye on him when he can't.

HA.

Anyway.

Elizabeth had foregone her pajamas, dressed more for the rest of the day. She's stealthy, waiting for anyone who passes her to go on. She's by Jack's room, a sturdy knock without announcing herself.

It had to still be odd. She looked older - tormented by her own guilt with her hair cut short and skin more exposed. This wasn't the little girl he had saw so much "potential" in. ]

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jk 2/3

[baptizer]

[ She can counter everything he says. Every fucking word. It boils her blood to hear the paranoia, the thinly laced poison in his words. Does he - does he think of himself as some victim? Whatever happened on his world - with Rhys, with Angel - Elizabeth has a third party perspective that can't quite piece everything together.

It's as if the sides of the puzzle pieces were almost perfect but she can see the cracks. The lies, the truths - she's not quite sure which is which, though. Elizabeth watches his movement, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise with every word. The knot in her stomach tightening and putting her into a situation she very much wished she didn't have to be in.

One day, one day she hopes to understand him. To resolve this feeling or resolve his sin. It's a testament to the gospel she had been taught - repent. Her eyes trail, from the towel, up his wrist to his gaze. ]

You're feeding your own ego, Jack. [ She says calmly, taking the towel and dabbing her nose. ] Killing you won't... fix this. Killing you won't make me feel better anymore than befriending me made you feel closer to Angel. If I had wanted to, I'm sure that creature would have done the job justly.

[ They took her mind, right? They scooped up her hopes and dreams and twisted them against her. The beast had taken over and saw opportunity, but with Jack? There was pain - the confusion of loss and wanting to deeply to believe him. If she wanted him dead... he would be dead.

The blood washes away, leaving a bit of a stain on her nose as she looks to him. Despite how cold her words had been. How much guilt she felt for his maiming - how much she wants nothing more than this girl to never feel what she had felt... those 18 years of thinking she deserved to be imprisoned. Elizabeth doesn't want to kill Jack and she makes that painfully clear when her eyes tear up. When she feels them bud with wetness at his condescending taunt. The sly, tactical words that crack her heart. ]

You're dramatic. [ It's almost a half-hearted laugh, improbable with her emotions. She waves her hand to try and dismiss him, to take away from his dumb cool murderdad moment. ] You see, Jack, I have to tell you something.