05-26-2013, 03:57 PM
There is no peace in the visions; there is no peace in Jim's wide eyes as they see what may be. He seems as unsettled as Sera by the violence and many possible fates that play themselves out. It simply expresses itself differently on his visage. Sera's gripping hand is less an anchor to the present and more a reminder of the companion that joins him in his travels through time. His own hand raises to lay atop hers and squeeze it tight. His jaw is set, flexing as his entire body tenses. Each glimpse builds to a wave crashes against his stoic demeanor, and while his reaction is not as emotional as Sera's tears, each barrage takes a bit away from him.
As before, when they'd gone to the warehouse and seen things that must be repeated, he lets Sera speak the unspeakable. She is better at it. He seems thankful for her presence, though this is only one of the many reasons why. She even goes so far as to suggest a course of action as Pan drives them closer and closer to the hospital.
The significantly shorter joint, passed over to him, is pinched between his thumb and index fingernails. He takes a last pull, throwing the small circle of paper that's left out the window once he's followed Sera's lead and blown the smoke out the window.
Only then is he prepared to speak. "You're right. Give her the choice. Don't confront her. Don't make it about us or them. Make it about her. And maybe show her more in bared soul than we could in words," a final nod at the idea.
As before, when they'd gone to the warehouse and seen things that must be repeated, he lets Sera speak the unspeakable. She is better at it. He seems thankful for her presence, though this is only one of the many reasons why. She even goes so far as to suggest a course of action as Pan drives them closer and closer to the hospital.
The significantly shorter joint, passed over to him, is pinched between his thumb and index fingernails. He takes a last pull, throwing the small circle of paper that's left out the window once he's followed Sera's lead and blown the smoke out the window.
Only then is he prepared to speak. "You're right. Give her the choice. Don't confront her. Don't make it about us or them. Make it about her. And maybe show her more in bared soul than we could in words," a final nod at the idea.