[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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Mister Sinclair?
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[Jack doesn't sound pleased in the slightest.]
What did she do to you?
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He forces himself to speak, against all instinct, trying to keep Sinclair talking long enough to trace his location.]
Down?
[That's something. He grins, but it's more like a grimace. The situation is too precarious for real joy to creep in.]
Why isn't anyone supposed to find you?
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... J-just for me t'get better, that's all. That's all. [He touches the syringe again, as he'd left it on the desk when he'd stumbled over.] ... I can't deal with this, Jack. I can't.
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[But he's not scanning the upper floors. Sinclair said down first, but Jack has a feeling he'll hang up if he realizes that Jack is getting closer.]
Get better from what?
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You know what? Maybe she's right.
[And he hangs up.
And then not too long after, there is a very loud crash as he kicks down the door of room 008.]
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...H-how'd you find me? [He lowers his icy hand, and he still doesn't seem to notice the tears that have not yet stopped rolling down his cheeks. He's a desperate, broken man, and it's obvious.]
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I learned four things in the labs, when they were making me: I can read, write, shoot, and hack.
You look...
[Like you're dying, he doesn't say, though once he thinks it, there's a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that it may be true.]
You need to see a doctor. A real doctor. Can you come with me?"
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[He knows something's up. He knows he's not okay.] ...Just...
Find Delta. Tell him I'm sorry. [This is one of the most honest things he's ever said.] He tried t'help. I ... hung up on him. [He shakes his head, like he doesn't understand, and the syringe is back in his hand.] I've gotta do this, Jack. None'a this feels right.
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Well...I could...I could call Dr. Tam and he could come here. Right?
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C-can't have it, Jack.
[There's a certain odd gleam to his eyes.]
You need t'go. I-If the doc sees you here...
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I'm not leaving you like this. We had a deal.
[To some things there isn't a simple solution, but Jack sets to work anyway. A few trips to the closet, and he makes the bed.]
Sit. She's right about you needing rest, at least.
[And he offers Sinclair a handkerchief--and isn't this familiar? Except this time, Jack's face is oddly blank.]
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I'm just so damn tired, son. I thought I'd paid for my sins, but I ...
[He shakes his head, takes the handkerchief, wipes his face up.] God, I guess not.
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[He feels as if his hands should be shaking, but they're perfectly steady as he bends slightly to look into Sinclair's face, using his good hand to brush the older man's hair back into an approximation of its usual neatness, straightening his tie, brushing a few of the wrinkles from his shirt.]
Just rest, okay?
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