Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[It all sounded horribly macabre, death as an inevitability skated back from, life snatched from the jaws of defeat. Jack loathed inevitability at the best of times. But it put another piece together. Shared anguish and kinship, alright. The appeal of a man in a cape in a home like that one was easy to assume.]
Your sister's. [Appearance now, and he was watching the exit.] She's used to being younger, used to blaming you. This, changes the perspective. Or there's just the shock of surprise which you can use to your advantage.
[But she was leafing and he was talking and once he'd said it all, Jack didn't need Cat to tell him it was selfish. It had all been: the trip and then the vicious aftermath, and he'd sat in enough plastic chairs in the Capital to know it by now. A very particular smashed expectation, and then a desire to insulate Newt and all of it thrown at Cat to insulate himself. Jack had become very familiar with selfishness, but it was the treks to the Capital that undid deliberate blindness. He looked at where the newspaper fluttered.]
There's going forward. You take it all with you instead. [He'd hoped, idiot that he was, that you could leave things behind. A fondness for a drink, a demon, originally a dead wife. But there was no door to slam, and AA was especially keen on not deliberately forgetting. The car swung around the bend and the Capital was looming.]