Conversation With A Corpse
With his arm set back in place, Jack sat and waited patiently for the recovery balloon to come and get him. Jack's body was a beacon of pain and his mind was spinning a mile a minute; he couldn't believe that The Boss had thrown him off the bridge for a second time. Try as he might to think that if he did things differently this second time around he could save her from a cruel fate, it just wasn't meant to be. It didn't matter if he crept around Tselinoyarsk silently or was constantly caught by the KGB agents, he would never be able to save The Boss.
With a sigh, Jack took a good look at his surroundings. The river was still raging and everything still has this eerie serenity about it. Being below this bridge made his skin crawl, but he could not understand why. Taking a quick glance to the left, something caught his eye, something that he didn't remember seeing his first time down here. It was a dead body… In fact it was The Sorrow's dead body!
A smug smirk twisted around Jack's face and he said, "She got you too huh?"
The ghost of The Sorrow then appeared and sat down beside Jack and began to write on his tiny chalk board. Jack waited for him to finish and then read aloud what he had written, "Yeah, she got me good."
Jack couldn't help but laugh.
"Why is it that we still love and admire her even though she does these things to us?"
The Sorrow began to write again, and when he was finished Jack read what he said aloud, "Either we're masochists or fools."
"I think it's a little of both." Jack replied.
The Sorrow nodded in agreement.