Jack doesn't say anything; though this isn't the first time he's heard it, hearing it again doesn't make it any easier to believe.
"Do you really have what it takes to let me kill him when you're looking him in the eye?" "...Yes."
No, I don't.
"I-I would've..." He stops, unable to say it; that if they'd just asked, just given him another second to make the offer, he would have told them everything they wanted to know. Doing anything to save the lives of the people you care about sounds noble, but not when you've spent your entire career in a business where it's always about the greater good, no matter who is at risk. Where everyone is expendable, when it's a choice between one life or many.
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Re: Room 515
Date: 2006-08-27 07:40 pm (UTC)"Do you really have what it takes to let me kill him when you're looking him in the eye?"
"...Yes."
No, I don't.
"I-I would've..." He stops, unable to say it; that if they'd just asked, just given him another second to make the offer, he would have told them everything they wanted to know. Doing anything to save the lives of the people you care about sounds noble, but not when you've spent your entire career in a business where it's always about the greater good, no matter who is at risk. Where everyone is expendable, when it's a choice between one life or many.