"Good. I suggest singing. Or stomping next time. Just so I'm sure it's you. " Jack smirked half heartedly. By now he knew Lindsey enough to understand his sarcasm. Even be amused rather than taken back as he had been a few other times. One after the other, he watched the crowds move inside the pits, and resurface crying praises.
"It can't be that easy. " When he first arrived in that city, he might have called it a miracle. Gone along with it, but in time he knew they only came with strings attached. He just wondered what was in it for the puppeteer behind the scenes.
"I thought I would be okay with this by now.." He sighed in frustration and shook his head. "I thought If I could bring her back.." His voice trailed off. "I feel like such a hypocrite. "