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[OOC: Set very shortly after m!Lamb's last post. Also, what the fuck is m!Jack even talking about, I'm not really sure.]
[The feed comes in on him still sitting at Mirror Lamb's mirror, watching the goings-on with Sinclair, regardless of whether she's there or not. His other has arrived on the scene, and he's fascinated. His teeth are bared in a fixed, mask-like grin--when he isn't muttering to himself, which he seems to have been doing for a while.]
...know what you're thinking. You're me, I know what you're thinking. I know you want to follow someone, you want someone to tell you what to do, you got your freedom and you're wasting it. But it's okay, it'll be okay once you figure it out, and I think you will. Maybe you're getting smarter. Choosing hurts, doesn't it? You have to make ugly choices. Sometimes you have to pick the bloody way. Don't you know that? I thought you knew that. I know what you're thinking. You're doing it for stupid reasons, and for god's sake, dry your eyes. But it's all right, it's just a step. I was worried when that little boy beat you that way, you're too soft, you let your guard down. You'll learn, though. Won't you? You have to take what you need, Jack, you have to move first, take the high ground, or else you wind up like Sinclair. You think he'll understand? He's more like me than you are. But that's all right. It's a lesson. A lesson. But just don't be pathetic about it, okay? Don't do your duty, just make the...choice...
[Still muttering nonstop his eyes drift to the side, falling on the can of red paint in the corner of the room, and his words become garbled as he begins to laugh.]
[The feed comes in on him still sitting at Mirror Lamb's mirror, watching the goings-on with Sinclair, regardless of whether she's there or not. His other has arrived on the scene, and he's fascinated. His teeth are bared in a fixed, mask-like grin--when he isn't muttering to himself, which he seems to have been doing for a while.]
...know what you're thinking. You're me, I know what you're thinking. I know you want to follow someone, you want someone to tell you what to do, you got your freedom and you're wasting it. But it's okay, it'll be okay once you figure it out, and I think you will. Maybe you're getting smarter. Choosing hurts, doesn't it? You have to make ugly choices. Sometimes you have to pick the bloody way. Don't you know that? I thought you knew that. I know what you're thinking. You're doing it for stupid reasons, and for god's sake, dry your eyes. But it's all right, it's just a step. I was worried when that little boy beat you that way, you're too soft, you let your guard down. You'll learn, though. Won't you? You have to take what you need, Jack, you have to move first, take the high ground, or else you wind up like Sinclair. You think he'll understand? He's more like me than you are. But that's all right. It's a lesson. A lesson. But just don't be pathetic about it, okay? Don't do your duty, just make the...choice...
[Still muttering nonstop his eyes drift to the side, falling on the can of red paint in the corner of the room, and his words become garbled as he begins to laugh.]