Remember me yet?
Jack's POV
I swipe tears from my eyes. I know that I always break down when I program a sim to them, and I always will. But this way, I never forget them. I've learned to cope with the loss.
But there shouldn't have been a loss. Both of them should be alive.
I realize that 10Y would have been picked up anyway, probably earlier, if she hadn't been lookin' out for me.
FC was glad that she'd gotten the chance to take a stab at raisin' me, so I guess it turned out all right with her any way.
I thrust myself off the wall I didn't remember collapsing against and go at his bags again. I need to work off the tears.
Riddick's POV
Everyone's got a right to grieve. That's what he'd always believed. What he did not believe in was following the grieved to the grave.
Which, he's starting to feel, was exactly what Jack was trying to do. Every time he turned his back, she turns up in the gym beating the crap out of something.
He stalks forward, set on lecturing her, when she collapsed. There was no warning, no flinch, one minute standing, the next second she was eating dirt.
Or, almost anyway. Riddick had lunged forward the second she started to fall. Her hair brushed the ground, but that was all. What was wrong with his Jack?
He worriedly nuzzled the side of her neck before carrying her off to his room. Again.
…He still hadn't shown her that she was his even after all the time she spent in his bed.