week 10 | friday morning

[jackhole]

[ elizabeth is dead.

finally.

rhys sits in the computer room and wonders if he should be relieved. a strange sort of jealousy built in him over the weeks as he watched elizabeth and jack and everything else play out in the game. she grew both closer and distant from him at the same time and he could see it hurting jack, see how he wanted to reach out for her but -- but not rhys. rhys died, rhys had an alien crawling through hims just like elizabeth, and no one mourned him. not fiona. not jack. but they went and saw elizabeth, didn't they? went and gave her their attention, their care, their love. it was sickening to watch and after a while, he barely paid attention to the participants after at all, feeling bile in his throat and a slow systematic shut down of his emotions.

fiona didn't care. jack was stripping him for parts. elizabeth got to live and he didn't.

he's not sure how he feels anymore.

he thinks he hates them.

so maybe this is relief he feels when he sees elizabeth's body go down, sees her corpse shoot out into space and finally end her participation in the game. he thinks to himself, cruel and cold, that at least elizabeth won't be able to go back home either -- just like him. she played jack, made him feel like they still had such a relationship while going to people like jason and luke -- telling them how evil jack was, how he deserves to die. she didn't know anything of jack, not really, the sanctimonious little bitch.

doesn't she realize jack saved them? doesn't she realize jack saved her?

rhys didn't deserve to be saved, he realizes. it doesn't stop him from being bitter.

he misses jack. he misses fiona. he misses being alive and now the woman -- no, the girl who took his place is here with him in death.

he wonders if he should kill her again. it would certainly make him feel better. ]

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[baptizer]

[ Selfish little child. Lamb straying too far. A seed trying to grow its roots too soon. Elizabeth remembers so vividly what Comstock's voice sounds like and how his gospel skewed the lives of so many. She was wrong to think of Jack and Comstock in the same light - similar but not quite the same. Jack, even briefly, made her feel safe. He was interested in her companionship not her powers.

That's why it hurt so much when she found out about Angel. How - in the same light of Rhys's opinions on Jack - he just didn't get it.

He's cold, focused on Jack and she doesn't know how to respond. She weakly laughs, humming a song to herself under her breath to try and regain control. It lasts only about ten seconds, trying to tune out his words.

Rhys gets up and says he's done and she scoffs. Laughs and balls her fists tightly. ]

Because I'm right and you don't want to admit it. Jack was a very bad man - heh, charismatic as hell, though. Can't fault him for using that to his advantage. I miss him, Rhys. I miss being blinded by him and - [ She's ready to give up. To just let him be because she's only making things worse and bringing her confusion and misdirected sense of duty on him. ] The last thing you want to be is alone, Rhys. After everything... after all of this -

[ She trails off, finally standing up. Her attire is in ruins, her hair an absolute mess. She turns away, trying not to give him anything else to worry about. ]

He was wrong about you. You didn't deserve to be gunned down like an animal. I cared - whether you believe it or not - I cared about what happened to you.

[jackhole]

[ she's getting under his skin and he doesn't like it. he'd convinced himself so firmly, made peace with this new reality. jack saved him by killing him. jack had his best interests out for him. rhys was a fool about cradle and a monster about helios and he'd felt so guilty for so long -- it was nice to finally just... accept it. he was a bad, bad guy and now he paid the price. that was simple. that made sense.

but elizabeth is so hysterical about this, insisting her version is true and he knows he agreed with her at one point, he knows it's his fault she even believes this. jack was a hero! he saved elpis! he was going to save pandora if it wasn't for those fucking vault hunters and pandora -- pandora is a terrible planet, rhys knows that first hand. he doesn't really get elizabeth's deal, she has no stake in this in rhys' opinion so why is she so attached? he hates this. he hates her.

he gives a shake of his head and runs his hands through his hair again, tugging lightly out of frustration. ]

No. No, you didn't care because if you did, why would you stick to his side? You don't -- you don't have the same reasons I do. I killed him back home, I killed him and everyone who believed in him because he tried to kill me. I was so selfish, so fucking selfish. Good people died just because they believed in Jack and I -- I should've just given him my body? He wanted to kill him, skin me and upload himself into my ports. We'd rule together, my body, his mind and I freaked out -- backed out and tried to escape and I was so stupid. Should've just given it to him then, you know? I didn't realize what I was, why I was so wrong.

[ an explanation. he just needs to give her an explanation, make her understand why he's the bad guy here. he was selfish and wrong and he did it again here on the ship and finally paid the price for it and that was a good thing. jack definitely deserved life more than rhys did -- why didn't she see that? ]

I couldn't tell him when we got here. I was so scared? I just wanted to apologize, tell him that he could have it -- I didn't care anymore but I was selfish. I wanted him and Fiona. I wanted him to be happy with me again and he was, god. He really was! I was his guy again, I was on his team. Do you know how many people would kill to have what I had? I was so lucky, Elizabeth. It was like he forgave me for killing him without even knowing it.

[ he drops his hands then with a sigh, shoulders slumping as he stares at the floor and the weight of everything hits him. he doesn't want to keep talking about this, but maybe now she'll get it -- now she'll understand why he had to die. ]

You... you don't get it because you're attached to some guy you made up in your imagination. Not who I really am. I'm the bad guy here, Liz. Jack knew it. Fiona knew it. Everyone else knew it which is why -- that has to be why they didn't care. It was just a relief to be rid of me, nothing else. So, stop it. Whatever fantasies you've built up -- stop. Listen to Jack, he knows what he's doing. More than any of us.

[baptizer]

[ If Rhys's logic was sound - was Elizabeth bad? Did she get what she deserved too? The poor reality of this was that she was dead - Elizabeth had unfinished business. She didn't fulfill her promises with Yuno. She didn't keep living - as Adelina so tearfully requested. ...She let Jason down. She really misses Jason and thinking it brings her eyes to ache with the impending tears.

But, it's Jack that keeps coming back. She had obsessed with the idea of making him pay. Projecting her feelings for Comstock and her own misfortune onto him. It wasn't long ago that Elizabeth said she would not hesitate to kill Jack if needed - she told it to his face. It wasn't long ago she watched as Jack insisted what he needed to do was just.

Rhys's words hit hard. Enough to make her clench her fist tightly. She wants so badly to strike him out of frustration. But - it's not him. It's Jack. It goes back to Jack. Whatever relationship they had, Elizabeth can't unsee the way Jack uses his charismatic attitude to get away with murder. Literally.

Elizabeth catches herself against the doorframe of the shack, feeling her knees weak but - she's fine. She'll be fine. She has to be - there's no other options. ]

I can't.. help you... [ She mutters, knowing damn well she was blinded and regret her trust. Regrets trusting so easily into someone and - something. ] I don't know Jack like you do. Like Fiona does. It's stupid. I'm -

[ Stupid. She grits her teeth, a mixing bitterness and sadness for what Rhys had become. ]

You're not the bad guy and I'll say that until - well... I suppose eternity is a fitting time period. [ This wasn't Heaven. There... was no God, was there? ] I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to make this anymore painful. If you want to sit in your self-destructive mindset, I pray one day you'll find solace and clarity.

[ A brief pause as she turns to look at him, her expression tired and genuine. ]

Thank you for saving me, Rhys. It was a heroic action and I never got to thank you.

[jackhole]

[ it didn't work. he thought maybe she would understand now, he explained so clearly, hadn't he? he thought she got it, thought she really understood but -- but she didn't. he frowns at her back and he has half a mind to argue with her, to move forward and turn her around so she can look at him and listen to what he's saying. after he died, she tried to take his place at jack's side so -- so didn't she get it? what happened between them?

his arms cross over his chest and her digs his fingers into his bicep, trying so hard to not do anything rash. her words keep digging under his skin though because that's what he thought when he was alive, but -- those days in the vents, these weeks alone, they've taken their toll. rhys understands it now. maybe she needs more time...?

when she looks back at him and speaks, her words hit him and he looks shocked for a moment before it quickly turns into anger, a disgusted look given back to elizabeth. ]

Get out.

[ that's all he's going to say this time but it's low, it's angry, and he means it. if elizabeth knows what's good for her, he thinks, she'll listen to this. ]