Jacob Frye (
assassin_daddy) wrote2001-10-04 02:32 pm
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He knows some people would say that thieves deserved the noose. Jacob doesn't believe that. He never has and he never will.
"He was a quick learner. Wanted to climb every rooftop in London, learn all the secrets the city had. I'd find him outside in the middle of the night practising his aim on bottles lined up on the garden wall, have to shoo him back to bed. And even then he'd want to know about missions I'd done or that Evie had done, stories you know."
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Whatever reservations she might have - whatever context she lacks - it doesn't survive being able to vividly picture a boy someone like Jacob might become attached to, and the corner of her mouth tugs upward.
"Better to learn with a teacher than get in trouble by himself, hm?"
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"That's when I first started saying he was my son. There were policemen in the pay of the Templars who would try to get him charged with this or that, and without a parent, those kids end up in prison or debtor's jail. I would go pay the fine and sign a docket to say I'd make sure he didnt do whatever made-up crime theyd pinned on him. And then... well. Then I just adopted him."
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She settles back against the couch, leaning her shoulders into it and stretching her legs under the coffee table.
"How old was he then?"
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He falls quiet, for a moment, letting thoughts, memories of what seems like a simpler time occupy his mind. It wasn't simple of course. Not with Jack getting in trouble, trainees to manage, and not long after that Sammy. But they'd managed it, somehow.
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She breathes out. "For years after the virus, I didn't even know what day it was, let alone have time to do anything like this. I didn't want to do anything like this - we were losing people in droves, faster than I could meet them or learn their names. When shit really hit the fan, I went from cities to camps to groups to just me and one other person for a while, and still people were dying all around me. I hardly wanted to think about it."
A tactic she still uses, though not quite as mercilessly as she did back then just to stay alive.
"But if I'm honest, I could have the last couple years, if I'd wanted to. I didn't. I don't like to think about anyone whose picture I might add to my ofrenda these days. I don't like knowing that I don't have anyone to build it with me. I guess this is me sucking it up." That, and this:
"I chose whiskey as an offering for... a friend. That saved me, and was killed. And I hope that if he can make it through, if he can find me here, that he enjoys it."
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"It's something I don't think anyone else could understand unless they lived it too. I can't even imagine all the different ways that hurt. And no one could blame you for shielding yourself from that hurt."
"And no one would be prouder than you than your family. For doing this now. It doesn't matter if you could have done it before, it wasn't right for you to do it then. You were taking care of yourself. And like you said they love you. They understand its been hard."
He looks back to the whiskey, and nods, smiling slightly.
"It's a long road. I think whoever it's meant for will be glad of a drink at the end of it."
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She swallows again and closes her fingers more tightly around her bent knee.
"I hope so." That her family would be proud, even though she doesn't think they would. That it doesn't matter. That they love her and understand. That he would be glad.
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He reaches out, slow, like he's trying to pet a cat, and then gently puts his hand on hers.
"I hope so too."
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But even if she's surprised, even if she wouldn't have instigated, she is a tactile creature after all; she turns her hand over under his, and takes his hand properly in hers.
"I'm... happy you asked. And spoke."
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She's the first person that's heard some of these stories, not just here but at all. He didn't do much talking about the past, it was a different country, a far away place.
But when it came to Jack, when it came to her mother and the people she had lost so recently, it feels so much closer. Maybe it will help bring them back tonight, if only for a short time.