[ It clicked. It finally clicked. His insistence, his evasiveness at the questions she asked. Why hadn't she figured it out before? Despite herself, it was hard to mask her surprise at the Moon Man's words, and her sudden look of concern at Jack. Concern not for what he was, not at the idea that he could--easily--hurt her, but at how much he himself must have been hurting. As far as Lux was concerned, she didn't matter in this equation at all.
She did her best to fix that, but the blond knew; the damage had likely already been done. ]
Jack.
[ It wasn't a scolding tone of voice, nor a fearful one, but deep concern that rang true. She didn't understand, couldn't understand. They were two completely different people. And that was it, despite what he might have been, she wouldn't be able to see him any different. He was a person, dammit. He was her friend. She was a bleeding heart Unionite through and through, and was thoroughly done with this shadow of the past trying to rip that apart.
And if this person--this thing--tried to threaten that? She would end it, no matter what it took, no questions asked. ]
Shut up.
[ Her words were colder than the ice that pulsed through Jack's veins. Her hand stung through the cold, fingers stiff, but she doubled down, lacing her fingers between his and holding on to him as tightly as she could. Staring down the shadow of his past, she didn't waver, not once. ]
I don't care what he is, or what power you seem to think your words might have over him. I don't care about what you have to say. You're not real. You're a terror that comes lurking in the night, and if you so much as touch him, my light will pierce through you so quickly, so thoroughly, that not even your hollow words will be left.
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She did her best to fix that, but the blond knew; the damage had likely already been done. ]
Jack.
[ It wasn't a scolding tone of voice, nor a fearful one, but deep concern that rang true. She didn't understand, couldn't understand. They were two completely different people. And that was it, despite what he might have been, she wouldn't be able to see him any different. He was a person, dammit. He was her friend. She was a bleeding heart Unionite through and through, and was thoroughly done with this shadow of the past trying to rip that apart.
And if this person--this thing--tried to threaten that? She would end it, no matter what it took, no questions asked. ]
Shut up.
[ Her words were colder than the ice that pulsed through Jack's veins. Her hand stung through the cold, fingers stiff, but she doubled down, lacing her fingers between his and holding on to him as tightly as she could. Staring down the shadow of his past, she didn't waver, not once. ]
I don't care what he is, or what power you seem to think your words might have over him. I don't care about what you have to say. You're not real. You're a terror that comes lurking in the night, and if you so much as touch him, my light will pierce through you so quickly, so thoroughly, that not even your hollow words will be left.
Leave. Now.