[ Isaac knows it as soon as the first syllable leaves Jack's lips. he leans against the wall near the window, rides the flood of anger in his words and in the shape of his hand against the window.
Jack is tired of being a puppet. Tired of being used.
Anyone would be, but Jack has taken it for too long.
Isaac wets his lips slightly and edges closer now, toes the line of their personal space. ]
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Jack is tired of being a puppet. Tired of being used.
Anyone would be, but Jack has taken it for too long.
Isaac wets his lips slightly and edges closer now, toes the line of their personal space. ]
Then she's the enemy too. We'll get her.