WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be — your friend.

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (14)

monday (41) survivors You stand with your friends, your family, and your enemies, shoulder to shoulder. The deceased and the living are the same, now, and you've been reunited with the person trapped on the opposite ship. You have four choices. Four options laid before you - five, if you're smart about it. You have the option of staying on the Nuwa, a ship pre-programmed to land somewhere safe, soon, and then it's your's for the taking. You have the option of entering the Nuwa's virtual reality and crafting your own perfect world, but knowing it was a perfect world created by your own hand. Your third option is one of the Cradles, a machine created to bring you bliss, and permit you the dream you've always wanted, without the knowledge it's a virtual reality. Your fourth option lays in front of you, on the bridge of the Nuwa, and it's a tear in the fabric of reality, but you can see your home waiting for you. It looks idyllic, perfect, just the way you'd want it to be. Your fifth option lies in another tear - the tear of a friend. Perhaps their heart is kind enough to take in a stray. The choice is your's to make, and whatever you choose, know that, for the first time in fourteen weeks, it's your choice. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[ His smile turns wry at first, and that acts as an unspoken answer to at least the first part. He absolutely is proud of her for that threat, and that hadn't changed since he gave it, but it wasn't as simple as that either. Everyone that threatened to kill him (because it was many, many people at this point) tended to take one of two spots. They were either bandits that had to die sooner rather than later, or they were people he had to keep an eye on, because now he knew there was a dagger waiting just within their reach. That latter category was always the more dangerous one, and in truth, it was the one he actually feared. It wasn't for fear of death, since Jack simply didn't fear death, but it was the far deeper fear of how he would feel when that dagger came for him.

So there's some relief that Elizabeth had decided against that plan, but that fear would always be lingering there. Once Jack had such a thing in mind, it never truly left. It's probably a good thing that they're parting ways before his paranoia could swell that feeling up into something dangerous.

But for now? That's a concern that's drifting away to the back of his mind quickly. He had a soft spot for Elizabeth that existed at a complicated crossroads, but every time he sees her eyes start to fill with tears, he always has a desire to make things better. He takes a half step closer, and it's clear that he's starting to raise his hand towards her face, but it stops when she speaks. That motion shifts into his hands settling on his hips as he listens, and he nods, though it's not to her question. It's more to himself, since that's about the answer he was expecting. It's both a relief and not all at once. ]

Yeah, kinda figured it wouldn't be cut and dry like that.

[ Though that off-hand comment implies he wants it to be. He wants that neat little box, the black and white, that he can put this relationship into. ]

I hope you wouldn't regret it, kiddo. 'Cause, I mean, it's the same for me. Uh, well, the last part, not the "you're kinda a shit person" part. [ He can translate that part well enough, though whether he agrees is a far different matter. ] So... Dunno. You've got something I don't, and that's being able to not make this "goodbye," like, forever.

[ He pauses, then shrugs in a way that's partially dismissive, but that's because he's trying to deflect what he's feeling here. ]

So if you ever came to our corner of the universe? Which, granted, why would you? Like, I really don't actually want to prove to people what a cheeto fart of a planet Pandora is, but. If you were feel like hating yourself by coming to visit the worst planet in the universe? Invitation's open. But I won't be holding my breath either, so... I'm leaving that up to you, Liz.