”You- you’re the one who is indecisive! Always ranting on how much you fucking hate me and wish to kill me- the next you act like I dont exist.”
"…….In the end, I think I just don’t have the will to bother with you."
They were supposed to be strangers, yet she felt like she had known him in many different ways—and somehow his response still caught her by surprise. It certainly didn’t feel as though she was just supposed to jump up and say yes, and so Elizabeth was just trying to determine what would be best for her. She’d seen what condition Fontaine’s had been left in after it’d been ravaged by splicers, and not to mention the glimpses she’d caught of the rest of the city through her dreams and visions, so really, there wasn’t any better place to flee to. Hell, she should’ve been a little more grateful that somehow, despite it all, she could manage to find another person to tag along with.
Elizabeth hadn’t been presented with many other options, and she knew she wouldn’t be any time soon. The woman glanced over to Jack, watching the man as he lingered over his suggestion in anticipation of some kind of a response. While there was some annoyance with the idea of having no choice but to comply, she was absolutely sure this time that was within her own best interest. “I don’t know what to say…thank you.”
The corner of his dry lips edges up into something meant to be a smile; But it looks awkward and out of place on the severe features of his face. It ends up as just some crooked looking smirk although he intends for it to be anything but as he averts his sharp gaze and reaches for a paper peeking out from beneath the sullied mattress in which she sits. It’s dingy between his spindly fingers, and when he unfolds it, it very much looks as though it might tear to pieces at any moment. Carefully, the boy places it flat against the ground. Laid bare to reveal a worn tourist pamphlet. Odd, that. But it was most likely meant for new residents considering their strict regulations against immigration.
"You’re… Here." Jack placed a finger against one spot on the map; A spot labeled Arcadia. The digit then glides over to a place leveled Hepheastus, and he presses one of his bloodied knuckles hard against it; Hard enough to reopen a slight cut and leave a red smear against the title.
"Don’t go here…" And then to another spot, but this time he doesn’t stop his finger over the cursive letterings of the place in it’s entirety (Fort Frolic). This time, he specifically lays the pad of his finger against one small area titled in a smaller font ‘Eve’s Garden’, and then pushes the same knuckle to mark it.
"Or here… You’ll die. You can keep this just in case."
It was the sort of generic advice that one would give when they knew that there was no getting around any of this; even if she was alive, the woman was still stuck in Rapture, and any scrap of purpose had been dead for nearly half a decade now. Everything that she knew was irrelevant, and it’d be too late to do anything about it now. She was as useful as she was capable of walking around on her own. There was something she could do, she was certain (or at least she had to be, to keep from breaking down entirely). All she needed to do was find it. Even if the woman started small, it would have been better than letting herself rot, just as her own corpse had.
Elizabeth watched the man a moment, almost searching for some kind of resolve — but she saw nothing, even with the light in his eyes. This was the person who was supposed to make it all right again, and she was wrong in her judgement, apparently. Succumbing to Rapture’s mesmerizing ways, and ending up buried in the process. He looked as though he could use someone like her to be in his company, or at least would have years ago. She owed him something, that much was certain, at least for leading her away from danger.
Frankly she didn’t want to think much on it any longer; only way to figure things out was to keep pushing forward, like he said. She supposed she could have started with the simple things, the basic necessities a woman of her stature would require. It was only when she glanced away that she responded. “Then I’ll…find someplace to stay, once I can walk again. I won’t bother you further.”
He has to suppress the need to respond to her with an answer so blunt and forward that even someone as emotionally stunted as he was would be embarrassed in it’s afterglow. His mouth opens, closes, and he visibly hesitates before letting his words flow with deliberate slowness. Then again, she didn’t know Jack all that well and his words were naturally gravely and awkwardly jumbled and spaced to begin with- Maybe Elizabeth wouldn’t notice.
"…There’s… Not many places to stay… You could just be… here.” Be- Be, like a presence. Like a consience. Like company that he yearned for. He didn’t like to talk much, and he was godawful at listening too with all the mess that stained his mind… But there was something comforting about just being a few feet away from someone who didn’t seem that interested in taking something from, fearing, or killing him.
"I dont… Mind…"
"Really not lettin’ this go…."
“Just- just be quiet.”
“…You’re so indecisive.”