[He's quiet for a long moment. The air about him grows chill, and a bit damp, as he considers. He's 'remembered', by now, or as much as he's going to - and he still hasn't told Ana the entirety. Just that he remembered trying to swim, not the conclusion he's come to.
And yet.
Here's someone he used to trust just as much. And now, maybe, might actually understand his melancholy. Jack lets out a heavy breath, and glances away]
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And yet.
Here's someone he used to trust just as much. And now, maybe, might actually understand his melancholy. Jack lets out a heavy breath, and glances away]
...I think I died, Reyes.