In the CDC? [ Jack's eyed snap up to her, a little shocked. Dagger is at the least over three thousand, that's a ridiculous amount of time to spend in what's basically indentured servitude. No wonder he's so nonchalant about all of this.
As for if he was capable or not, well, it stings in him the same way it did when Dagger told him. Regardless if what it is, it's that knowledge that he's fallen short. Didn't meet expectations. Disappointed. Couldn't handle it. The frustration's riding in him again, and jack gives a snort, glancing down to the leaf covered floor. ]
A little pointless, to say I'll murder 15 people but won't blow up a planet or a ship. Or torture. Sort of a joke, if you're looking at it as trying to hold to ethics. [ It's not as if it'd be gaining him any power - he doubts he'll ever hold anything real if Dagger's been here so long and amounts to a team leader for novices. He knows he can push himself to do it, the issue is if he should, and that's more the hilarious part. There's nothing morally righteous in it. Just trading one evil for another, and he's not so good a man to refuse it entirely. ] Should I just do it? Force it and adapt?
[ could. Maybe. Though it never really worked that completely at home, in all he destroyed in the name of building something's better. He never slept well after. Jack's giving an owlish blink when Gliese brings up flowers, and his eyes drag back to the weaving in her hands, before skimming over the rover again. It's... Peaceful. ]
I used to. When I was younger. [ Now he doesn't see beauty or nature, he sees function. A decoration to please a dignitary, a gift to win favor, a tool to lighten a mood. His mother was always tucking flowers around the palace, especially when they were expecting powerful guests. But Jack knew, Rose hated flowers. She'd rather wield a knife. ]
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As for if he was capable or not, well, it stings in him the same way it did when Dagger told him. Regardless if what it is, it's that knowledge that he's fallen short. Didn't meet expectations. Disappointed. Couldn't handle it. The frustration's riding in him again, and jack gives a snort, glancing down to the leaf covered floor. ]
A little pointless, to say I'll murder 15 people but won't blow up a planet or a ship. Or torture. Sort of a joke, if you're looking at it as trying to hold to ethics. [ It's not as if it'd be gaining him any power - he doubts he'll ever hold anything real if Dagger's been here so long and amounts to a team leader for novices. He knows he can push himself to do it, the issue is if he should, and that's more the hilarious part. There's nothing morally righteous in it. Just trading one evil for another, and he's not so good a man to refuse it entirely. ] Should I just do it? Force it and adapt?
[ could. Maybe. Though it never really worked that completely at home, in all he destroyed in the name of building something's better. He never slept well after. Jack's giving an owlish blink when Gliese brings up flowers, and his eyes drag back to the weaving in her hands, before skimming over the rover again. It's... Peaceful. ]
I used to. When I was younger. [ Now he doesn't see beauty or nature, he sees function. A decoration to please a dignitary, a gift to win favor, a tool to lighten a mood. His mother was always tucking flowers around the palace, especially when they were expecting powerful guests. But Jack knew, Rose hated flowers. She'd rather wield a knife. ]