Jackie just nods, listening closely to what V's saying, watching for any visual indications for how he might be feeling.
"Mm. I met him before I was rescued. Thought I breathed in too much of the bad air and started seeing ghosts, but he mentioned you. Said he knew of me because of you. I didn't understand it at the time--thought it was a hallucination. If I had any idea what that hijo de puta put you through, I might have given him a harder time." He pauses for a moment, shaking his head at V's apology, taking back the bottle once it's put down.
"Yeah, you know me well even if you aren't how I remember you, but I know it's you, anyway, so I have to tell you that. It's okay. Nothing to be sorry about, choom. I'd still take a bullet for your gonk ass." He doesn't want to be the one to get sentimental, but this is just all he has under all of the sudden changes of adapting to life in a place like this when he shouldn't even exist right now.
"You might be technically right, but if you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known that you weren't just yourself, ya know? And if I can't fucking tell the difference, then maybe there isn't one? You wear that skin suit like it's your own, because it is now." A swing follows another before he finally hands back the bottle like he's done saying what he needed to say. "Guess so. We're both gonna have to be okay with that...eventually. Being ghosts."
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"Mm. I met him before I was rescued. Thought I breathed in too much of the bad air and started seeing ghosts, but he mentioned you. Said he knew of me because of you. I didn't understand it at the time--thought it was a hallucination. If I had any idea what that hijo de puta put you through, I might have given him a harder time." He pauses for a moment, shaking his head at V's apology, taking back the bottle once it's put down.
"Yeah, you know me well even if you aren't how I remember you, but I know it's you, anyway, so I have to tell you that. It's okay. Nothing to be sorry about, choom. I'd still take a bullet for your gonk ass." He doesn't want to be the one to get sentimental, but this is just all he has under all of the sudden changes of adapting to life in a place like this when he shouldn't even exist right now.
"You might be technically right, but if you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known that you weren't just yourself, ya know? And if I can't fucking tell the difference, then maybe there isn't one? You wear that skin suit like it's your own, because it is now." A swing follows another before he finally hands back the bottle like he's done saying what he needed to say. "Guess so. We're both gonna have to be okay with that...eventually. Being ghosts."