He watches Tenenbaum go as well, his fists opening and closing, struggling with himself. Almost more than anything else he wants to run and stop her leaving again. The only thing holding him back is the vague promise that they can talk again -- and that means not now -- but he could make her talk -- but that's not the kind of interaction he wants. He thinks. He doesn't know.
Then she's gone, it's too late, he didn't decide. Sinclair says something but he barely pays attention.
Now that she's vanished from his life for a second -- a third -- time, more than anything else he wants to hurt something.
And what do you know? Something teleports in somewhere behind them.
Jack takes a long, deep, angry breath. Then he turns: not the way they're going, but the way they came.
"I'm here, you piece of shit!"
His voice is hoarse.
The answer is immediate, a woman's screech. "Who's there? This is my home! Get your own!"
Jack's already running around the corner, regardless of Sinclair, flinging electricity. Doesn't matter if she's a Houdini. So long as he can stop her for long enough to bury the wrench in her skull.
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He watches Tenenbaum go as well, his fists opening and closing, struggling with himself. Almost more than anything else he wants to run and stop her leaving again. The only thing holding him back is the vague promise that they can talk again -- and that means not now -- but he could make her talk -- but that's not the kind of interaction he wants. He thinks. He doesn't know.
Then she's gone, it's too late, he didn't decide. Sinclair says something but he barely pays attention.
Now that she's vanished from his life for a second -- a third -- time, more than anything else he wants to hurt something.
And what do you know? Something teleports in somewhere behind them.
Jack takes a long, deep, angry breath. Then he turns: not the way they're going, but the way they came.
"I'm here, you piece of shit!"
His voice is hoarse.
The answer is immediate, a woman's screech. "Who's there? This is my home! Get your own!"
Jack's already running around the corner, regardless of Sinclair, flinging electricity. Doesn't matter if she's a Houdini. So long as he can stop her for long enough to bury the wrench in her skull.