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week 10 | friday morning
[ 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. ]
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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