[ He responds awkwardly at first as Elizabeth guides him to sit, since he's a bit awkward and unsure about it, but of course he ultimately acquiesces. That was part of their strange bond too, because regardless of whether he should or not, he trusted Elizabeth. He trusted her more than Jack tended to trust people, and at first, that was because of the person he had built her up in his mind to replace, but as things changed, it had instead become based in the fact that she didn't abandon him after all.
As such, her confession comes as a surprise. He had never forgotten it, because that's why being disarmed had gotten him to react so defensively. That thimble pushed into his hand was more like a whispered word, "later," because she wasn't coming to kill him yet. But the way Elizabeth confesses it confuses him. That tone in her voice speaks of loss, and in that tone, he hears a bit of something else for the first time.
How often had Angel used that kind of tone with him?
Jack makes an uncomfortable noise, and he finds he has to avert his gaze away from her at the thought of that. It could very well be from being uncomfortable that she had truly wanted to kill him, and that's at least how most would interpret it. Yet Elizabeth had gotten to know him well. She would know easily that this wasn't where that was coming from, so it had to be something else weighing on his mind there. When she grabs his hand, there's a pause of hesitation, but he grips it back tightly. ]
Y'know, it says—
[ Jack starts to explain, but it's broken with a sigh before he looks back at her. ]
Think it says that it's more than blacks and whites. Don't think-- Don't think either one of us are entirely good or entirely bad. [ It's a hint that something has changed for Jack, because for all that confidence of his about being a hero, it seems some part of that has wavered. Of course, it's not as if it's all broken, because it's easy to imagine how the realization of his own sins in their full extent would destroy Jack. But there's some part of it that's clearly shattered. He sighs, then adds: ]
I care about you, Elizabeth. That's-- Well, that's pretty clear, I think. So, yeah, obviously glad that you don't wanna kill me anymore, since, uh, that would suck. But- [ He pauses, then adds: ] Why would that say anything about you?
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[ He responds awkwardly at first as Elizabeth guides him to sit, since he's a bit awkward and unsure about it, but of course he ultimately acquiesces. That was part of their strange bond too, because regardless of whether he should or not, he trusted Elizabeth. He trusted her more than Jack tended to trust people, and at first, that was because of the person he had built her up in his mind to replace, but as things changed, it had instead become based in the fact that she didn't abandon him after all.
As such, her confession comes as a surprise. He had never forgotten it, because that's why being disarmed had gotten him to react so defensively. That thimble pushed into his hand was more like a whispered word, "later," because she wasn't coming to kill him yet. But the way Elizabeth confesses it confuses him. That tone in her voice speaks of loss, and in that tone, he hears a bit of something else for the first time.
How often had Angel used that kind of tone with him?
Jack makes an uncomfortable noise, and he finds he has to avert his gaze away from her at the thought of that. It could very well be from being uncomfortable that she had truly wanted to kill him, and that's at least how most would interpret it. Yet Elizabeth had gotten to know him well. She would know easily that this wasn't where that was coming from, so it had to be something else weighing on his mind there. When she grabs his hand, there's a pause of hesitation, but he grips it back tightly. ]
Y'know, it says—
[ Jack starts to explain, but it's broken with a sigh before he looks back at her. ]
Think it says that it's more than blacks and whites. Don't think-- Don't think either one of us are entirely good or entirely bad. [ It's a hint that something has changed for Jack, because for all that confidence of his about being a hero, it seems some part of that has wavered. Of course, it's not as if it's all broken, because it's easy to imagine how the realization of his own sins in their full extent would destroy Jack. But there's some part of it that's clearly shattered. He sighs, then adds: ]
I care about you, Elizabeth. That's-- Well, that's pretty clear, I think. So, yeah, obviously glad that you don't wanna kill me anymore, since, uh, that would suck. But- [ He pauses, then adds: ] Why would that say anything about you?