Eyes rolled so high they're practically crossed, Jason still can't see it, but he trusts her. White, his hair's gone white. No wonder Bucky knocked him the hell out to drag him topside.
"That's a new one," he murmurs, touching what he can't see. "Do you remember the day we met? When I got here, and you sewed me up?" Releasing the scar on his head, Jason reaches for the one at his throat instead. "The person who gave me this showed up in Rapture. That's why I was hiding. I didn't know what to do." Jason swallows. "I still don't."
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:54 am (UTC)"That's a new one," he murmurs, touching what he can't see. "Do you remember the day we met? When I got here, and you sewed me up?" Releasing the scar on his head, Jason reaches for the one at his throat instead. "The person who gave me this showed up in Rapture. That's why I was hiding. I didn't know what to do." Jason swallows. "I still don't."