I haven't talked to Jack all that much, but a clause? With a terminal? That's interesting. I'll keep it in mind, maybe talk to him myself when I can.
[Is it a deal to help her or a deal with the devil? They'll just have to see about that. But he pushes the topic aside and listens to what Elizabeth has to say.]
[He's silent for a moment. And this is really a defining moment of just what kind of man Alfendi Layton is. Because, really, he's not the type of person to ever cry over a victim. Their stories usually do not move him. He is far more interested in the perpetrator, the way they think, why they do what they do, and the poor people caught up in their schemes are usually nothing but puzzle pieces he must arrange in a certain fashion to figure out a mystery.]
[Alfendi Layton is a very cold, unforgiving man on this side of his personality. His friendliness and polite manners cover up his seemingly uncaring heart. He can sentence one of two lovers to their grave without regard of the consequences to the other. Only justice matters. People must pay. That's how it has to work.]
[And yet...]
[He looks at Elizabeth, and a small part of him falters from its frigid state. He doesn't see someone who is merely part of a puzzle. He sees a person, battered, broken, subjected to merciless things throughout her lifetime, and understands the gravity of how much she had to go through. He sees someone who he respects probably far more than anyone else in this place. He's not going to turn into a bleeding heart so suddenly, but he's not going to treat her without any dignity whatsoever.]
That's despicable. [There's no placid smile, no attempt to mask his emotions - he looks grave.] No one should ever, ever, go through that. People aren't experiments.
[And there's a touch of bitterness at the end of that sentence, like it's brushed up against some personal nerve.]
And you got out of the frying pan and into the fire. Goodness. [He almost forgets to address the last statement, he's so suddenly deep in thought.]
no subject
[Is it a deal to help her or a deal with the devil? They'll just have to see about that. But he pushes the topic aside and listens to what Elizabeth has to say.]
[He's silent for a moment. And this is really a defining moment of just what kind of man Alfendi Layton is. Because, really, he's not the type of person to ever cry over a victim. Their stories usually do not move him. He is far more interested in the perpetrator, the way they think, why they do what they do, and the poor people caught up in their schemes are usually nothing but puzzle pieces he must arrange in a certain fashion to figure out a mystery.]
[Alfendi Layton is a very cold, unforgiving man on this side of his personality. His friendliness and polite manners cover up his seemingly uncaring heart. He can sentence one of two lovers to their grave without regard of the consequences to the other. Only justice matters. People must pay. That's how it has to work.]
[And yet...]
[He looks at Elizabeth, and a small part of him falters from its frigid state. He doesn't see someone who is merely part of a puzzle. He sees a person, battered, broken, subjected to merciless things throughout her lifetime, and understands the gravity of how much she had to go through. He sees someone who he respects probably far more than anyone else in this place. He's not going to turn into a bleeding heart so suddenly, but he's not going to treat her without any dignity whatsoever.]
That's despicable. [There's no placid smile, no attempt to mask his emotions - he looks grave.] No one should ever, ever, go through that. People aren't experiments.
[And there's a touch of bitterness at the end of that sentence, like it's brushed up against some personal nerve.]
And you got out of the frying pan and into the fire. Goodness. [He almost forgets to address the last statement, he's so suddenly deep in thought.]
...Judy verified it, did she? Why? To mock you?