How are you and Jack getting along these days?
Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.
”Me ‘n’ boyo?”
He paused—- thinking deeply before even opening his mouth, the many things that had happened between him and the boy often bringing him confusion to what he could call himself to the other——— there had been dark times as well as ones where he’d call himself something alike his best friend, even if it only were to pester him. He’d wish he could talk more often to jack though, and not just to give him instructions on how to survive this place. Properly sitting down and asking him whether he had a nice day, what food he liked, simple things alike that.
However..
Having a pawn like him was amusing. Someone to pull the strings at without them doubting what you were doing, having no choice but to obey no matter to if they want to or not. He liked the idea of literally having the power to make them do a n y t h i n g he told them to and abusing it in every way possible. Their consciousness only present when he required it to be. That made him feel closer to a God than human, adrenaline rushing through his veins when thinking of such a fact; it putting a smile on his tired face, crushing innocence within one something he did with nothing but pleasure in his heart. He loved ruining people even if they had not wronged him, if they had merely shown a neutral side.
Because to him, people in the middle were just as horrible as Ryan’s men. They didn’t help. They just existed without purpose. And he aimed to change that.
”Y' could say it's complicated."
The word complicated was an understatement. It was chaotic, mixed, there being a vast amount of possibilities to what they could be, to what they weren’t, and what they were supposed to be. He was open to a n y clear results. No matter the cost of the potential.