[He takes a moment to steady himself, breathe in, breathe out, onetwo, and the situation still bemuses him but at least he's able to reassert something akin to self-control. There's plenty he could say about Jack, a wealth of bad feelings that have only thickened and spiked throughout the years, become something infinitely more potent. A desire to riptearmaim held in check only by the loyalty to the Company that's been branded down into his very bones, prevents him from acting on impulses he ought not to have at all.
And so he regains himself a little, tries to think of what best to say.]
I suppose so.
[A pause, and then--]
Is there any particular reason you wanted to bring this up with me, Sir?
no subject
And so he regains himself a little, tries to think of what best to say.]
I suppose so.
[A pause, and then--]
Is there any particular reason you wanted to bring this up with me, Sir?