Jack wouldn't have recognized that word; but it was accurate. The plating on his left side went from his neck to his shoulder, and down over his torso. With a big clockwork heart, right in the center. Leather straps with steel belt-holes punched in them kept everything in place, but allowed him to move.
He had to laugh a little at what the man said, though. "Right. Tell me another." Nobody had been on his side for... well. Maybe Jane had been. But he'd been on everyone else's side, it seemed like. Not his own.
He coughed again, then paused, watching a seagull land behind the dog. "Why am I on sand?" Jack let his head flop back, and said bitterly, "I should have died."
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Date: 2018-12-29 04:22 am (UTC)He had to laugh a little at what the man said, though. "Right. Tell me another." Nobody had been on his side for... well. Maybe Jane had been. But he'd been on everyone else's side, it seemed like. Not his own.
He coughed again, then paused, watching a seagull land behind the dog. "Why am I on sand?" Jack let his head flop back, and said bitterly, "I should have died."