[Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say. Jack opens his mouth to try something else, to explain - then holds his tongue, at a loss for words and still with no idea as to what Isaac is doing. But in dealing with the man before, he's never been steered wrong by patience. So he waits.
Until it becomes obvious, in the seconds after Isaac turns to him again, that waiting had also been the wrong choice.
He doesn't care in that moment, that it's cowardly. That the very man they're talking about would laugh at him, going pale to hear the simple description of a man so neatly killed. Isaac is talking about Zevran, about the deep wound that streamed even when he was lying dead and cold and bare to efforts to wash the worst of the gore off. He's smiling about Zevran, reminiscing about him, as if a ugly necessity were some kind of treasure. Jack's ready to bolt when he sees that first ugly jerk, half of his mind already back in a world where human shapes moved in those inhuman ways. Then Isaac advances on him and he wheels, mind a white roar of fear drowning the fury and the dread and the old dessicated grief. He runs, and he flaps, and he fights to summon whatever wind will get him home.]
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Until it becomes obvious, in the seconds after Isaac turns to him again, that waiting had also been the wrong choice.
He doesn't care in that moment, that it's cowardly. That the very man they're talking about would laugh at him, going pale to hear the simple description of a man so neatly killed. Isaac is talking about Zevran, about the deep wound that streamed even when he was lying dead and cold and bare to efforts to wash the worst of the gore off. He's smiling about Zevran, reminiscing about him, as if a ugly necessity were some kind of treasure. Jack's ready to bolt when he sees that first ugly jerk, half of his mind already back in a world where human shapes moved in those inhuman ways. Then Isaac advances on him and he wheels, mind a white roar of fear drowning the fury and the dread and the old dessicated grief. He runs, and he flaps, and he fights to summon whatever wind will get him home.]