His vision blurs, and for a few painful seconds he wonders if this is all going to end with him blind as well as insane. Then it clears, and he can see Jack, blue eyes extremely bright in the faded light of the room. He realizes the blurred vision was from the hot tears rolling soundlessly down his cheeks, and he tries not to wipe them away, tries not to think about the loss of dignity. That's not what's important right now.
"I know exactly where I am," he whispers, echoing Jack's worse. His voice is hoarse from screaming, and now his throat is closed from crying. He knows he looks terrible, the pain and days of not sleeping taking their toll on his very-human body. He feels like a weight has been lifted, even if he knows this is just the beginning. He's not going to be able to just forget this, get over it like nothing happened. "And what's happened."
He wants it to all go away, but that's not how it's going to be. He won't ever forget what he's done, and that's his penance.
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Date: 2010-10-15 12:20 am (UTC)"I know exactly where I am," he whispers, echoing Jack's worse. His voice is hoarse from screaming, and now his throat is closed from crying. He knows he looks terrible, the pain and days of not sleeping taking their toll on his very-human body. He feels like a weight has been lifted, even if he knows this is just the beginning. He's not going to be able to just forget this, get over it like nothing happened. "And what's happened."
He wants it to all go away, but that's not how it's going to be. He won't ever forget what he's done, and that's his penance.