[Someday, maybe, Jake will realize that there's a much more apt point of relation to the monster inside him that the man in chains is describing. A thing inside of him that he fights against every day, filled with rotten yearnings.
That's not a tiger he's describing. That's not a morph.
But to make the right connection, Jake would have to remember his cousin Rachel, and the way she loved war, and what that same war turned him into, and so it's probably for the best that it's all still hidden beneath a fog of recollection for him right now.]
...Sorry. I know that probably doesn't help anything, but. Sorry you're...you know. Dealing with that.
[He pets the dog in front of him another minute, then moves his hand away from the fur and extends it to the seated man instead, as if to shake his unburdened hand.]
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That's not a tiger he's describing. That's not a morph.
But to make the right connection, Jake would have to remember his cousin Rachel, and the way she loved war, and what that same war turned him into, and so it's probably for the best that it's all still hidden beneath a fog of recollection for him right now.]
...Sorry. I know that probably doesn't help anything, but. Sorry you're...you know. Dealing with that.
[He pets the dog in front of him another minute, then moves his hand away from the fur and extends it to the seated man instead, as if to shake his unburdened hand.]
I'm Jake.