[All his scars are reproduced too faithfully for him to worry about whether or not he's a clone (though the thought certainly crossed his mind), and the only thing that doesn't work is his hand. That doesn't, however, mean he isn't going to fall apart without warning, but then again, he lives with that possibility simply by being an SEP graduate who's more than overstayed his welcome.
She asks him how he feels and he can't even begin to describe it. It's been three days for everyone else, but for Jack, it's like it just happened. He's barely had time to process it all, much less make any sense of it. There's one thing, however, that he knows definitively, and he lets his forehead rest against Ana's shoulder as she inspects his hand.]
We're not getting him back, are we.
[He says it more like a statement than a question, like he's finally admitting something he should have come to terms with a long time ago. Jack knows, on some level, that Gabriel Reyes was never the man he thought he was, but perhaps deep down he'd never given up hope that he could pull him out of whatever's left. Fight his way through the rage and hate and betrayal and bring back the last person he needs to feel whole again.
Now, however, he feels like he's been plunged in ice water. With his own murder--and not just the murder, but the way Reaper chose to kill him--Jack can't hide from the truth any longer. There's nothing left, and the sheer finality of really, truly, and irrevocably losing Gabriel has him reeling.]
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[All his scars are reproduced too faithfully for him to worry about whether or not he's a clone (though the thought certainly crossed his mind), and the only thing that doesn't work is his hand. That doesn't, however, mean he isn't going to fall apart without warning, but then again, he lives with that possibility simply by being an SEP graduate who's more than overstayed his welcome.
She asks him how he feels and he can't even begin to describe it. It's been three days for everyone else, but for Jack, it's like it just happened. He's barely had time to process it all, much less make any sense of it. There's one thing, however, that he knows definitively, and he lets his forehead rest against Ana's shoulder as she inspects his hand.]
We're not getting him back, are we.
[He says it more like a statement than a question, like he's finally admitting something he should have come to terms with a long time ago. Jack knows, on some level, that Gabriel Reyes was never the man he thought he was, but perhaps deep down he'd never given up hope that he could pull him out of whatever's left. Fight his way through the rage and hate and betrayal and bring back the last person he needs to feel whole again.
Now, however, he feels like he's been plunged in ice water. With his own murder--and not just the murder, but the way Reaper chose to kill him--Jack can't hide from the truth any longer. There's nothing left, and the sheer finality of really, truly, and irrevocably losing Gabriel has him reeling.]