Jack drags his gaze from Eowyn to the locked door, lingering, then to the far wall, to a tapestry and the stitches on it that he's beginning to memorize. What then. He can feel the urge to get up and pace around the room, to somehow burn off the dismay that's winding itself into his limbs. But something else locks him firmly in place, keeps him staring at the wall instead. Damn it all.
He runs his palm over his face, ending the movement with fingers combing his beard, and grimaces. "I ... " He doesn't continue, at first. There hasn't been many times in his life that Jack has been at a loss of words. But, at the moment, he's not quite sure what to say. His mouth opens, closes, his hand lifts, then lowers. Then finally, in a rougher voice, " ... I don't rightly know, were I to be honest." He looks back to her, searching for a reaction despite her face being hidden. "I don't reckon I would, or will, be around for the natural conclusion to this." He'd planned to be far gone, once the King allowed him free. And with this thrown into the mix? Fatherhood doesn't sit well with him at all.
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Date: 2017-05-28 09:48 am (UTC)He runs his palm over his face, ending the movement with fingers combing his beard, and grimaces. "I ... " He doesn't continue, at first. There hasn't been many times in his life that Jack has been at a loss of words. But, at the moment, he's not quite sure what to say. His mouth opens, closes, his hand lifts, then lowers. Then finally, in a rougher voice, " ... I don't rightly know, were I to be honest." He looks back to her, searching for a reaction despite her face being hidden. "I don't reckon I would, or will, be around for the natural conclusion to this." He'd planned to be far gone, once the King allowed him free. And with this thrown into the mix? Fatherhood doesn't sit well with him at all.
"What options are there? What do you want done?"