just a quick one...
anna
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Jack.
Jack had been contaminated.
She knew what type of bio-weapon they would be looking at.
It would affect the brain, the nervous system.
He would die in agony.
He would die.
Her brain felt numb.
In one day, Jack had taught her more about herselkf than she had ever thought possible. He had taught her about what morals and ethics meant in the real world, how her work mattered.
How she mattered.
She didn't know if she could go on, if he left.
That sounded stupid. She was Renee Walker, FBI agent. The woman in the office who didn't hesitate to break a nail and get her hands dirty.
But the possible and likely death of this man was going to ruin her.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
No.
She wouldn't allow it to happen.
There had to be something... anything she could do.
He couldn't just die.
Not after everything he had given to this country.
There had to be something.
Anything.
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Her heart had grown accustomed to learning to lock away her desires, to ignore them. Desires made her vunerable.
But then Jack came along, and for some reason managed to break down every goddamn boundary she had so carefully put in place, to protect herself and the ones she loved.
So technically, it could be said her brought it on himself.
But like hell could she say that now.
Now that he would die.
Jack was going to die.
She'd met him – what, sixteen hours ago?
She'd taken him out of court for torturing a guy.
He was everything she hated.
And yet everything she loved.
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
She was vaguely aware of Larry talking to her.
Whatever he was saying, it was probably irrelevant.
He never liked Jack anyway.
She hadn't either, but she'd tried to understand his way of doing things, and found out that they worked.
She had to get over herself.
If she could help them bring down Starkwood, maybe – just maybe – Jack's death wouldn't be for nothing.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be