[As the silence stretched on, Jack came close to snapping forward to shut the communicator off, had just started to reach for it when Catra spoke up and he froze again.
And at her words his expression softens some.]
I...
[There was a time where he would have scoffed at that, just rolled his eyes, and acted like that wouldn't be the case with him. Like he knew what he wanted and he was damn well going to get it and maybe her problem was that she just couldn't hack it.
But he had won. He did get everything he wanted. Lived that entier life. And it was gone now, or folded into itself, or however the timeline had figured best to fix itself. But he could still remember all of it. Spent a good chunk of his days actively trying not to think about it, while continuing to steer himself closer to that same end.
And he almost says it out loud. "I did win". It's right there on his tongue. There was a feeling that if ever there was going to be a time to talk about it, to get that heavy weight off his chest, it was now. But if he said it, he'd have to say everything else. Everything that came with it.
And he can't.
So he swallows it.]
...I'll think about it...
[He doesn't sound very convincing. Mostly because he has thought about it. And tried not to think about it. And always came to the same conclusion. There wasn't anything else for him. There wasn't anything else he wanted. Nothing that felt attainable.]
no subject
And at her words his expression softens some.]
I...
[There was a time where he would have scoffed at that, just rolled his eyes, and acted like that wouldn't be the case with him. Like he knew what he wanted and he was damn well going to get it and maybe her problem was that she just couldn't hack it.
But he had won. He did get everything he wanted. Lived that entier life. And it was gone now, or folded into itself, or however the timeline had figured best to fix itself. But he could still remember all of it. Spent a good chunk of his days actively trying not to think about it, while continuing to steer himself closer to that same end.
And he almost says it out loud. "I did win". It's right there on his tongue. There was a feeling that if ever there was going to be a time to talk about it, to get that heavy weight off his chest, it was now. But if he said it, he'd have to say everything else. Everything that came with it.
And he can't.
So he swallows it.]
...I'll think about it...
[He doesn't sound very convincing. Mostly because he has thought about it. And tried not to think about it. And always came to the same conclusion. There wasn't anything else for him. There wasn't anything else he wanted. Nothing that felt attainable.]