[The words aren't angry, or even particularly unhappy. Just something between calm and resigned, and when Jack pauses again at the other side of the bed, looking up at that apology, there's finally a slight smile back in place.]
[One that seems more tired (and sad) than particularly happy.]
It's... That was a really long time ago. But she was alright, in the end. She made it out okay, after I fell, and--I was never around, after that. Because I forgot. ...But she was alright. With any luck she grew up and lived a full life and died happy, so--it's nothing to apologize about.
['With any luck', because he really doesn't know, and--probably won't ever know, really. What might have become of her. Too much, too late, and it's been a long while of wrestling between thinking about it and trying not to think about it, ever since he started remembering again.]
[In the end it's neither here nor there, now.]
...Still, I think I could--maybe kind of see why you'd have done that. Taking a deal like that from the Project Head. Because you thought it'd help her the best, at that time, huh?
--These guys do know everything about us, seems like. He was probably expecting you to make a deal like that.
[And now he's watching Zelos steadily again, as he speaks, staff shouldered and free hand pocketed in that familiar sort of posture.]
[Still not really angry, or disappointed, or even particularly surprised. Just...sort of searching.]
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[The words aren't angry, or even particularly unhappy. Just something between calm and resigned, and when Jack pauses again at the other side of the bed, looking up at that apology, there's finally a slight smile back in place.]
[One that seems more tired (and sad) than particularly happy.]
It's... That was a really long time ago. But she was alright, in the end. She made it out okay, after I fell, and--I was never around, after that. Because I forgot. ...But she was alright. With any luck she grew up and lived a full life and died happy, so--it's nothing to apologize about.
['With any luck', because he really doesn't know, and--probably won't ever know, really. What might have become of her. Too much, too late, and it's been a long while of wrestling between thinking about it and trying not to think about it, ever since he started remembering again.]
[In the end it's neither here nor there, now.]
...Still, I think I could--maybe kind of see why you'd have done that. Taking a deal like that from the Project Head. Because you thought it'd help her the best, at that time, huh?
--These guys do know everything about us, seems like. He was probably expecting you to make a deal like that.
[And now he's watching Zelos steadily again, as he speaks, staff shouldered and free hand pocketed in that familiar sort of posture.]
[Still not really angry, or disappointed, or even particularly surprised. Just...sort of searching.]
But you changed your mind.