Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180524004541/@comment-27661770-20180526011002

Jack nodded. Well, he didn't, but the negatives were gone.

That cure...

He had a vivid flashback.

Turned into some mutated crocodile thing.

Holding Ethan in a death grip.

Watching the world in slow motion as Zoe screamed to him to inject the cure and kill Jack.

Waiting.

Allowing.

Anticipating.

Only to wake later. Alive. Half-mad.

...he didn't remember beyond that. He assumed he lost his mind until Joe beat his ass. Because honestly he woke up feeling like Joe had just beat his ass.

Then, over a decade out of Dulvey. Learning. Healing. Growing as a man.

Regaining himself.

And today it had all paid off.

A single tear of joy, warm and wet, slid from his right eye.