"Close enough," Jack replied, fingers closing again around the ring. "Might as well have been. It's part of my past I'm not exactly proud of," he lied. Not entirely lied. When he thought about it, when he could get past his hatred of the Agency, yeah...he was really damned proud of the work he'd done. He'd followed orders. He'd been one of the best. He'd been a Go-To guy.
Just because it was some of the most unsavory work by a lot of Galactic Standards was secondary.
But when he thought about it now, hating the people who ripped away two years, knowing he could be so much more than that sort of brutal criminal, remembering all the fucked up things he and his partner had done...that was when he was less than impressed with himself.
Jack took a slow breath, looked up at Roger, and forced a smile. "No, you don't get to make good on the suicide pact, Roger. It was a really long time ago."
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Date: 2008-04-13 10:43 pm (UTC)Just because it was some of the most unsavory work by a lot of Galactic Standards was secondary.
But when he thought about it now, hating the people who ripped away two years, knowing he could be so much more than that sort of brutal criminal, remembering all the fucked up things he and his partner had done...that was when he was less than impressed with himself.
Jack took a slow breath, looked up at Roger, and forced a smile. "No, you don't get to make good on the suicide pact, Roger. It was a really long time ago."