“ all i’m saying, is that i just don’t know how i feel about dying in a really old car with you, by bullets. ” she shrugs, eyes averting for a moment. they work well together, even if it was during the time when they were both under MIND CONTROL. the woman didn’t want to admit it, but it was an underlying thought that she had. daisy shifts in her seat, making herself more comfortable as she takes the bottle opener from him. “ maybe when you find ver, you and ver should get out of here, then, ” she suggests lightly. daisy swallows as he says exactly what she is, there’s no denying it. “ i’ve had enough people die because of me, ” she announces, her head lifting up defiantly. “ if i die for people who don’t deserve it … then so be it. ” daisy lifts her gaze up steadily at him, drinking from her beer. one, two, three fast gulps. that felt real good. “ you’re putting words into my mouth. you act like i don’t get it. like i didn’t try to kill some of the people who were my family, without blinking an eye. even if you don’t … give two shits about lincoln, you weren’t in control. ”
J.T. hadn’t been looking for forgiveness. HE WANTED THE OPPOSITE. Daisy wasn’t meant to understand, or absolve. She was meant to blame him, ( blame him like he blamed himself. ) It caught him off guard. For a moment, the inhuman eyed Daisy, a mixture of confusion and reverence. “ I DO, ” he countered. “ I do give a shit. Maybe not two shits. But at least a HALF of one. ” J.T. polished off his first beer and just as quickly ordered another. “ F o r g e t Bonnie and Clyde, then. Forget death by bullets. I’ll put on a dress. WE’LL DRIVE OFF A CLIFF INSTEAD, flower. Themla and Louise style. Romantic, aye?? ” All he could do was scoff, huff a sigh, at her words. “ Die because of you?? Kiddo, if Lincoln isn’t my fault, they weren’t yours. Don’t sacrifice yourself for ANYONE, it’s not worth it. ” He reclined further into his seat, sinking somewhat. J.T. arched a brow, “ that’s, uh, that’s actually the plan. Don’t get me wrong, my middle name’s danger. But this Sentinel shit is a LITTLE TOO REAL for me. So I find ver, we haul arse to the nearest airport, and it’s b a c k to the land down under. Y’know, kiddo, you... you could come with us, if you wanted. ”