[ the way she sees things is simple, easy to understand as the simplest equation. jackson, ordinarily, would never kill her. but when you take into account the unstable variables of being put in an arena and throw in the fact that jackson's transforming before her very eyes, what she knows becomes blurred beyond recognition. and she's too frightened to think clearly, she can't even follow the swing of his moods which seem to change with the drop of a pin.
what she doesn't understand has always scared her.
his question registers, and for once she's speechless. if he can't help it that means she'll die here, in this clearing, with her throat cut and alone except for jackson (her killer). it's not fair, she's too young to die, and there are so many things she hasn't done--
when they first announced the rules for the battle royale she had never planned on winning, and maybe she has been expecting this since the moment she ran from the hall where her classmates were killing each other.
she moves before she says anything; raising a shaking hand she reaches up and brushes her knuckles along jackson's scaled jawline in an imitation of his own gesture. ]
You could win this, Jackson. You could go home.
[ she's not giving him permission, never, but: ] I'd rather know that you got out of here than anyone else.
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what she doesn't understand has always scared her.
his question registers, and for once she's speechless. if he can't help it that means she'll die here, in this clearing, with her throat cut and alone except for jackson (her killer). it's not fair, she's too young to die, and there are so many things she hasn't done--
when they first announced the rules for the battle royale she had never planned on winning, and maybe she has been expecting this since the moment she ran from the hall where her classmates were killing each other.
she moves before she says anything; raising a shaking hand she reaches up and brushes her knuckles along jackson's scaled jawline in an imitation of his own gesture. ]
You could win this, Jackson. You could go home.
[ she's not giving him permission, never, but: ] I'd rather know that you got out of here than anyone else.