[He’d told Gabriel to take his mask off expecting some kind of satisfaction—or at least the upper hand, but somehow a familiar quip like that breaks something inside him, makes him wish with everything he has left that things didn’t have to be this way. Jack doesn’t even have anything to say in return, and instead his face screws up in anger before he dissolves again, his weight leaving Gabriel with seemingly no strings attached, this time.
Jack crosses the room in what can only be described as a furious cloud of smoke before he re-forms himself against the opposite wall, mask still forgotten on the floor. His shoulders seem to hunch.]
What were you looking for, when you came here? Me?
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Jack crosses the room in what can only be described as a furious cloud of smoke before he re-forms himself against the opposite wall, mask still forgotten on the floor. His shoulders seem to hunch.]
What were you looking for, when you came here? Me?