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[This is about a day after the event ends. He'd left his feeds and such on, watching/listening what's going on about the mansion, without much thought - he doesn't really care about it, honestly. The video stays on/turns on intermittently throughout the day, showing a whole string of activity throughout the day

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[video]

[kindly_done]

[Jack discovers that he's finally feeling awake and recovered enough to do something other than sleep like the dead for days at a time. Unfortunately he discovers this around three-fifteen in the morning, so he's just going to go ahead and watch Sinclair's entry. There's some fast-forwarding, and then his bored expression shifts to one of concern.]

Mister Sinclair?

[video]

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[His eyes don't quite seem to register, and he doesn't bother looking up. His voice is shaky and weak, breaking in places.] ...Didn't think I'd be hearin' your voice again anytime soon, son.

[video]

[kindly_done]

[He glances down, looking a little guilty.]

I've been sleeping a lot. The stuff Dr. Tam gave me really puts me out. What's going on?

[video]

[worldentire]

[And now he sounds far away, as if he's checked out mentally from the conversation.]

...That's good. ...You've, ah... healed, I'm sure.. That's always good... You.. missed an event...

[video]

[kindly_done]

[He lifts his right hand to show that it's still bandaged, seeing as some of the fine little bones in there are still broken, but at this point continuing the actual conversation isn't much more than a formality.]

Mister Sinclair?

[video] ...in order to alleviate some of just how horrible this is, have a lion: >:3

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[Very, very quietly. He looks up very slowly and it seems he's just about ready to cry.]

..What is it, son?

[video] *GETS IN THE FUCKING CAR, continues to bawl at the horribleness*

[kindly_done]

[Jack is visibly disturbed, almost frightened. This is as bad as the time he had to pick Cindy up from Sinclair's room.

In fact, he's beginning to get the feeling that it's worse.]

What's going on?

[video] ohgod it's not working even the lion is bawling: >:3:::

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. . .

[When he finally speaks, his voice breaks and he actually does start crying, though he doesn't seem to notice the tears.]

I'm fallin' apart, Jack.

[video] WHY YOU DO DIS???

[kindly_done]

[Any other questions he might have had just blow right out of his mind, and the response is immediate.]

Where are you?

[video] I WAS TRYING TO HELP ;~;

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[His head does that sudden violent twitch thing again and he sobs out:] I-I am exhausted and wish to be l-left alone for a while.

[video] CURSE YOU SAD LION, CURSE YOOOOUUU

[kindly_done]

Too bad. Where are you?

[video] >:3::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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[He stands shakily, staggering forward like he doesn't want his feet to move, heading towards the communicator to shut it off.] If y-you value me then you should respect m-my opinion.

[video] /wears sackcloth, tears hear, smears ashes

[kindly_done]

I would, if you were talking sense. Don't turn that off.

[video] /sobs uncontrollably

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[He stops in his tracks and leans heavily against the desk (the basic layout of the room is the same, see). It's obvious he wants to say something, as he's opened his mouth, but it's also obvious he's fighting against something, and it seems to win after a few inarticulate noises leave him. He slumps harder on the desk and shudders.]

...There's nothin' I can do, son.

[video] /sobs uncontrollably

[kindly_done]

If you don't tell me where you are, I'm tracing the feed.

[And although he's not sure if he can do it with one hand half-healed, he begins to deliberately unwind the bandages around his right anyway.]

[video]

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DON'T- [and he stops, surprised at himself, and shakes his head, lowering his voice again.] Don't. Please. The - the doc wouldn't be happy if you turned up here. I'm not supposed t'be found, son.