--and when Flynn's influence disappears, Jacob freezes, reality hitting hard.
Of course I'm happy!
Who cares about Jones? Not me.
...leave Jones? ...maybe we should. Yeah.
He said those words. He believed those words. In his heart of hearts, he went along with what Flynn wanted, he was helpless to his influence--
Jacob staggers back, too revolted to do anything but reel. He's really going to be sick--he's leaning over, hands propped up on his knees, shaking.
Flynn had controlled him. Everything he is, everything he was, everything he could be, his very self, his soul was under his control. Was he even truly thinking on his own even now? How could he ever be sure? How could he know?
The sheer horror is almost incomprehensible.
"You..." he points at Flynn, standing back up, still pale and shaky, but seething with rage. He holds the pendant with one hand, everything in him is screaming at him to rip it off, to throw it away and grind it into the ground with his heel. "You did this..."
cw vomiting (almost)
--and when Flynn's influence disappears, Jacob freezes, reality hitting hard.
Of course I'm happy!
Who cares about Jones? Not me.
...leave Jones? ...maybe we should. Yeah.
He said those words. He believed those words. In his heart of hearts, he went along with what Flynn wanted, he was helpless to his influence--
Jacob staggers back, too revolted to do anything but reel. He's really going to be sick--he's leaning over, hands propped up on his knees, shaking.
Flynn had controlled him. Everything he is, everything he was, everything he could be, his very self, his soul was under his control. Was he even truly thinking on his own even now? How could he ever be sure? How could he know?
The sheer horror is almost incomprehensible.
"You..." he points at Flynn, standing back up, still pale and shaky, but seething with rage. He holds the pendant with one hand, everything in him is screaming at him to rip it off, to throw it away and grind it into the ground with his heel. "You did this..."