[ She sits there, feeling the brick against her knees become a lot harder. Maybe that's why she opts to sit side-saddle like a lady. Now that she gazes back to him, she doesn't dare pull her attention from him. He has it completely. Nothing else - no one else - captures her the way Jack does in this moment.
Her eyes become darty, nervous when he begins to talk. There's bits and pieces she remembers from the execution - her execution - the river and the people drowning the alien that inhabited her. It strains her mind when she thinks too much of it, hot flashes of clarity despite not experiencing her own death. That creature had become part of her against her own command and she insists that's the last thing they will ever share - that memory, even as it flickers. His words remind her of that and she has to wonder - was that how he felt too?
Elizabeth grows still, deathly. He can see her hands clasped on her lap, her finger idly rolling the thimble against her pinky. He speaks reflective, his words more sorrowful than she had anticipated. Even if he covers it well, she picks up on it quickly. ]
Jack -
[ She starts, but he keeps going. Every word falls more of a surprise than the last. She doesn't feel good about hearing "You were right". It makes her heart sink and her breath leave in one fell swoop. It's a lot to weigh in - she never thought he'd read her words... hear her in ways that her voice ever could. But, he did. Somehow, even if it was under someone else, this humility hits him.
His last lines echo with her. Mainly because she wonders - would Comstock ever feel that way about h- no. She stops herself. This was Jack. This wasn't him. This wasn't Comstock and she has to repeatedly think that. Stop the train before it even leaves the station. Elizabeth sees him react in such a vulnerable way that it scares her. Hesitantly, her hand raise up and he feels the brush of cold steel but the warmth of her four other fingers. Just as he had showed her this moment weeks ago, she pushes away the tears on his face. ]
This is... this is your repentance, Jack.
[ Those words hold so much weight. She doesn't feel bad for him or hold pity. She lets him react, cleaning up after his mess like she always seemed to do now. She scoots closer, her grasp on his cheek and jaw growing a bit more tighter - not out of anger, but seriousness. ]
This is what I was telling you about. It wasn't some fear I hoped to instill in you... Come here.
[ Look, this is where she pulls him into a hug for once. Her hand shoots up to hold at the back of his neck, lifting her body a bit more in a maternal way, ironically enough. ]
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.
[ She whispers to herself, reciting part of the Bible she was taught to fear - to follow devotedly. As she shows this gesture, she feels her breath quicken - a choked sob of her own as she shuts her eyes tightly. ]
You can't undo it, but you see... you finally see.
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Her eyes become darty, nervous when he begins to talk. There's bits and pieces she remembers from the execution - her execution - the river and the people drowning the alien that inhabited her. It strains her mind when she thinks too much of it, hot flashes of clarity despite not experiencing her own death. That creature had become part of her against her own command and she insists that's the last thing they will ever share - that memory, even as it flickers. His words remind her of that and she has to wonder - was that how he felt too?
Elizabeth grows still, deathly. He can see her hands clasped on her lap, her finger idly rolling the thimble against her pinky. He speaks reflective, his words more sorrowful than she had anticipated. Even if he covers it well, she picks up on it quickly. ]
Jack -
[ She starts, but he keeps going. Every word falls more of a surprise than the last. She doesn't feel good about hearing "You were right". It makes her heart sink and her breath leave in one fell swoop. It's a lot to weigh in - she never thought he'd read her words... hear her in ways that her voice ever could. But, he did. Somehow, even if it was under someone else, this humility hits him.
His last lines echo with her. Mainly because she wonders - would Comstock ever feel that way about h- no. She stops herself. This was Jack. This wasn't him. This wasn't Comstock and she has to repeatedly think that. Stop the train before it even leaves the station. Elizabeth sees him react in such a vulnerable way that it scares her. Hesitantly, her hand raise up and he feels the brush of cold steel but the warmth of her four other fingers. Just as he had showed her this moment weeks ago, she pushes away the tears on his face. ]
This is... this is your repentance, Jack.
[ Those words hold so much weight. She doesn't feel bad for him or hold pity. She lets him react, cleaning up after his mess like she always seemed to do now. She scoots closer, her grasp on his cheek and jaw growing a bit more tighter - not out of anger, but seriousness. ]
This is what I was telling you about. It wasn't some fear I hoped to instill in you... Come here.
[ Look, this is where she pulls him into a hug for once. Her hand shoots up to hold at the back of his neck, lifting her body a bit more in a maternal way, ironically enough. ]
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.
[ She whispers to herself, reciting part of the Bible she was taught to fear - to follow devotedly. As she shows this gesture, she feels her breath quicken - a choked sob of her own as she shuts her eyes tightly. ]
You can't undo it, but you see... you finally see.