I heard sobbing.
One of the people Bonesaw used to fake the Nine breaking down?
Or maybe it’s Cherish, trying to paint herself as the victim.
I stepped through the doorway and took in the room’s interior.
The floor sloped one way. Half of the room was metal flooring covered in sand, the lowest half was submerged.
This city in a nutshell: Even in places specifically meant to keep water out, nowhere’s dry.
And if anyone says they found a dry spot, they’re lying. Just hallucinations caused by the miasma, surely.
Three men, three women and a girl. The man with knives in his belt stood, then began the ritual pacing once again. His feet were raw where the rusted metal deck had cut at them. The others sat and stood in various points around the hull.
By “stepped through the doorway”, it sounds like Taylor should be in plain sight here. Which only reinforces the idea that that ain’t Jack, along with the fact that Jack wouldn’t walk his feet to bloody pulps if he didn’t have to. Whoever or whatever this “Jack” is seems to be pacing like he’s been programmed to do so.
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