Jacob moves to get up, leaning on his knees for a moment before he can fully stand.
That gets a fierce glare. What game was he trying to play here?
"You aren't him, and don't pretend you share anything but a face. I may be on your side right now, but the second this is over? With Quill? I'm comin' after you. And I'm not holdin' back."
If Flynn is gone. Is truly gone, then he won't feel guilty about anything he might have to do.
Not that he had an actual plan either. He had no idea how he could formulate one without him knowing about it. But it didn't matter. He had to hold onto that hope, that he'd get out of this someday. He needed that hope, bevause without it he really might shatter.
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That gets a fierce glare. What game was he trying to play here?
"You aren't him, and don't pretend you share anything but a face. I may be on your side right now, but the second this is over? With Quill? I'm comin' after you. And I'm not holdin' back."
If Flynn is gone. Is truly gone, then he won't feel guilty about anything he might have to do.
Not that he had an actual plan either. He had no idea how he could formulate one without him knowing about it. But it didn't matter. He had to hold onto that hope, that he'd get out of this someday. He needed that hope, bevause without it he really might shatter.