Jack lets Sinclair blow past him out of the room -- he's rooted in place, this is exactly what he hoped wouldn't happen, he should've ignored the splicers and gone back into the office with Sinclair and just made up an excuse afterwards. He should've destroyed everything in this room when he had the chance. He should have--
--well, he has the chance again now, doesn't he?
His hand's still smouldering. A fireball, and those horrible words are obliterated. Another, and the desk -- the photos, the horrible sneering pictures of people who've lied to him and people who don't even have the decency to exist, they're all going up in smoke, they're all going up in fucking smoke and it's only a pity they can't feel it.
He's not looking forward to going back up to the office, facing Sinclair, but he's got to. And it's with a bitter, ugly expression that he does.
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--well, he has the chance again now, doesn't he?
His hand's still smouldering. A fireball, and those horrible words are obliterated. Another, and the desk -- the photos, the horrible sneering pictures of people who've lied to him and people who don't even have the decency to exist, they're all going up in smoke, they're all going up in fucking smoke and it's only a pity they can't feel it.
He's not looking forward to going back up to the office, facing Sinclair, but he's got to. And it's with a bitter, ugly expression that he does.