[ When her judgment comes - will she be an accomplice? Would she have gave method to Jack's madness?
It's a particular place to be in, isn't it? Stuck between what needs to be done and what should be done. The loyalty she has with Jack is faulty, full of holes and doubt that will do no one any good at the end. It pains her to look at him with disgust - to feel her own mask tighten. Is this how he feels...? She can only wonder. ]
Just focus on the infected. I'll keep them reassured that you're not going to start problem. Jason has other matters to worry about and I believe the heroes are concerned with redeeming themselves. You'll be fine.
[ Honestly, she's terrified of involving Jason in this. She's terrified of having the two young heroes do anything that could set Jack off. Marinette especially. She watches as he changes his stance, suddenly the question references one of their earlier conversations. One that is still fresh on her mind. When her hair was longer, his body still in pain and her freedom still out of reach.
She felt like it was years ago and that girl was long since a woman. ]
Isn't it obvious? [ She says a bit coldly. ] Man has a way of coveting power. To let it build a city only for its legacy. Caesar, Ivan, Torquemada - these men all helped a civilization thrive and then began to tear it down by their own morality.
[ But, she clarifies, as she takes a step closer, looking up to them between their closed distance. ]
With responsibility and leadership, it's easy to sell your soul to accomplish your goals. To get more power, make the wrong allies or sacrifice people for the greater good. I don't doubt any history book in any universe holds true that same sentiment.
[ She's not accusing, but she is definitely firm: ]
Back then, I asked because I care about your wellbeing. Despite... despite everything and how I feel about your actions... it's stupid of me to still care. To still trust you. But, here I am. [ A weak-willed smile, she rests her hand on her collarbone, her pinky distinctively showing without the steel cap in Jack's possession. ] Remember after Shelley's execution? Alice revealed one of them had a role. ...Whatever role you've been given - it's the same as this Trojan in a sense. They had special requirements for retirement. Do you trust me enough to disclose that?
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It's a particular place to be in, isn't it? Stuck between what needs to be done and what should be done. The loyalty she has with Jack is faulty, full of holes and doubt that will do no one any good at the end. It pains her to look at him with disgust - to feel her own mask tighten. Is this how he feels...? She can only wonder. ]
Just focus on the infected. I'll keep them reassured that you're not going to start problem. Jason has other matters to worry about and I believe the heroes are concerned with redeeming themselves. You'll be fine.
[ Honestly, she's terrified of involving Jason in this. She's terrified of having the two young heroes do anything that could set Jack off. Marinette especially. She watches as he changes his stance, suddenly the question references one of their earlier conversations. One that is still fresh on her mind. When her hair was longer, his body still in pain and her freedom still out of reach.
She felt like it was years ago and that girl was long since a woman. ]
Isn't it obvious? [ She says a bit coldly. ] Man has a way of coveting power. To let it build a city only for its legacy. Caesar, Ivan, Torquemada - these men all helped a civilization thrive and then began to tear it down by their own morality.
[ But, she clarifies, as she takes a step closer, looking up to them between their closed distance. ]
With responsibility and leadership, it's easy to sell your soul to accomplish your goals. To get more power, make the wrong allies or sacrifice people for the greater good. I don't doubt any history book in any universe holds true that same sentiment.
[ She's not accusing, but she is definitely firm: ]
Back then, I asked because I care about your wellbeing. Despite... despite everything and how I feel about your actions... it's stupid of me to still care. To still trust you. But, here I am. [ A weak-willed smile, she rests her hand on her collarbone, her pinky distinctively showing without the steel cap in Jack's possession. ] Remember after Shelley's execution? Alice revealed one of them had a role. ...Whatever role you've been given - it's the same as this Trojan in a sense. They had special requirements for retirement. Do you trust me enough to disclose that?