Re: quicklog: max/jack
Did I think you were going to hurt the kids? [Max shook her head as she walked further into the brewery. It was an easy denial, quick, and without her needing to think before responding.] No. I thought you might hurt someone else. It's loud in the Village. People come in and out of the shop dressed up from the comic book shop across the way. Some of them have costume weapons. It's always loud. Not the best place to be when you're hearing and seeing things.
[Like she'd told Evie, she just wasn't willing to pretend the things he saw were real. Even after seven years of being tortured and reknit, her body experiencing things beyond any logic, she still wasn't whimsical enough to believe hallucinations were real. Those days in the cell, the especially terrible ones, she'd known Brandon wasn't really in the corner, even when she saw him there. Her mind just wasn't made for that kind of illusion.
She walked past him, a hand on his shoulder that lingered a moment, then on to the window, where she looked out - down.]
I have a friend that needs to fake her death. I thought we could help. [She said it simply, like asking him wasn't a deliberate show of faith.]