[ It's easy to hear Jack curse to himself through the door, and if Elizabeth had hesitated much longer, he would have left to go knock on everyone else's doors without a doubt. Even in death, he seems to be full of that ambitious energy that was so unique to him, but he stops when he hears Elizabeth say his name. He turns back to the door and smiles with equal parts relief and something like excitement, but that could just be from the simpler pleasure of having successfully found her at all.
It is short-lived, though.
Elizabeth doesn't open the door, smiling and ready to greet him. It strikes him suddenly that he's not sure why he had expected some sort of tearful reunion. He'd had some kind of image in his mind, some idea of a tearful, happy embrace, like the hero returning home from his hardship, but once he's aware of that image, he also realizes just where it comes from. Why it's wrong. At least, now he does, because no matter how much he tries, he can't get what the Queen had shown him out of his head. Not completely. So expecting something like what Alice had promised him—
His excitement sinks like a stone.
By the time she opens the door, his hands have settled on his hips, and he gives her a small smile through the crack of the door. He's whole again, not bearing the injuries that he'd gained on the ship, but that scarred face still smiles back at her, though more tired than it had been only a moment ago. ]
...Ehhh, well, think we both knew how that was gonna turn out in the end, probably. Only so many targets I could put on my back before a bullet found one of 'em, right?
[ He shrugs, but it comes with a little nod to her just after. ]
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[ It's easy to hear Jack curse to himself through the door, and if Elizabeth had hesitated much longer, he would have left to go knock on everyone else's doors without a doubt. Even in death, he seems to be full of that ambitious energy that was so unique to him, but he stops when he hears Elizabeth say his name. He turns back to the door and smiles with equal parts relief and something like excitement, but that could just be from the simpler pleasure of having successfully found her at all.
It is short-lived, though.
Elizabeth doesn't open the door, smiling and ready to greet him. It strikes him suddenly that he's not sure why he had expected some sort of tearful reunion. He'd had some kind of image in his mind, some idea of a tearful, happy embrace, like the hero returning home from his hardship, but once he's aware of that image, he also realizes just where it comes from. Why it's wrong. At least, now he does, because no matter how much he tries, he can't get what the Queen had shown him out of his head. Not completely. So expecting something like what Alice had promised him—
His excitement sinks like a stone.
By the time she opens the door, his hands have settled on his hips, and he gives her a small smile through the crack of the door. He's whole again, not bearing the injuries that he'd gained on the ship, but that scarred face still smiles back at her, though more tired than it had been only a moment ago. ]
...Ehhh, well, think we both knew how that was gonna turn out in the end, probably. Only so many targets I could put on my back before a bullet found one of 'em, right?
[ He shrugs, but it comes with a little nod to her just after. ]
Hey, kiddo. Good to see you again.