[he's not looking for an excuse to correct her. it's a pretty crucial distinction, and since he didn't hear the story being told, he wants to be sure she understands.]
Jack's lucky I didn't kill them both.
[he doesn't say it to imply that jack should be grateful for getting beaten and humiliated on a daily basis instead. it's simply a fact. vane should have killed him, especially by his own standards of justice. but that was a line he couldn't cross. and in any case, he knew the choice he made would hurt worse.
however, he can tell daphne's eyes are starting to glaze over. it's late, and she's clearly had a lot on her mind all day. once again vane lifts his hand and touches her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]
I'll tell you the rest, if you'd like. But let's get out of here.
[She smiles a little, at him, and nods, then moves just enough to take go get her bag.]
Sure. It doesn't have to be today.
[She thinks she's probably wrung enough out of him today. She's inordinately pleased that he didn't lose his temper. That he let her blindside him like that, and he just answered the questions.
She loops her bag over her shoulder and reaches to take his hand, tangling their fingers together.]
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[She sighs, a little, and she looks up at him. She looks a bit tired, now.]
I can't claim to understand much of it. It doesn't matter.
[She shakes her head.]
That's about it. A story about how Anne killed a crew.
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[he's not looking for an excuse to correct her. it's a pretty crucial distinction, and since he didn't hear the story being told, he wants to be sure she understands.]
Jack's lucky I didn't kill them both.
[he doesn't say it to imply that jack should be grateful for getting beaten and humiliated on a daily basis instead. it's simply a fact. vane should have killed him, especially by his own standards of justice. but that was a line he couldn't cross. and in any case, he knew the choice he made would hurt worse.
however, he can tell daphne's eyes are starting to glaze over. it's late, and she's clearly had a lot on her mind all day. once again vane lifts his hand and touches her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.]
I'll tell you the rest, if you'd like. But let's get out of here.
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Sure. It doesn't have to be today.
[She thinks she's probably wrung enough out of him today. She's inordinately pleased that he didn't lose his temper. That he let her blindside him like that, and he just answered the questions.
She loops her bag over her shoulder and reaches to take his hand, tangling their fingers together.]
I'll blow you as an apology.