Re: [Jester's Court: Cat & Jack]
Jack didn't care. Fundamentally, it was philosophy and stoned he and philosophy often fell out in favor of what was most to the point. Fundamentally it came down to the person, to Cat on the other end of whatever all of this meant and it was why he couldn't fuck about with the him or the her, the articulation of what gender confusion in its most exquisite and complicated sense might boil down to. It wasn't a philosophy question, it was Cat. Cat who turned it from textbook into reality, Cat who all right, he would disagree with absolutely. Cat, and if that wasn't a perfect example of getting used to someone like a foundation or fixed point in your life, fuck knew what was.
But talking of fixed points vanishing obliquely into nothing. There was nothing. There was blackness and darkness and a substantial nature to the nothing as if it were crawling inside your eyes and inside your mouth. An emptiness but a deliberate emptiness and then he was spat out into a hallway of nothing but glass and vanishing points and himself an echo over and over in a thousand points of refraction.
And a scream. Jack didn't know. Not whether it was reflection and the twisted nature of what shone back, a funhouse with a scalpel for where twisted would hit home most, not whether the funhouse secreted a clown with a homicidal instinct. He didn't know if it was bloody scientists, he took off without a glimpse - curiosity strained, but no, immediate instinct first and he slammed down the rows following sound rather than gut instinct, visceral.
Jack didn't stop so much as run out of space, abruptly lacking in it as the corridor ended and there was Cat, who shrieked in a tight coil of anguish and Jack, Jack was seriously considering smashing any glass he could. He didn't think, largely because he was trying hard not to look in the slice of mirror he could see refracted from one side of wall to the other, something dreadful and looming and present and he touched Cat's shoulder. It felt a little like intrusion, but there was nothing bloody else to do and the gesture was as he would now Newt.