Jack let the words sink in, the slight sting of them gave his heart more to think on than he wanted to, and in a way he knew what Adam was thinking, but he'd seen it... seen the survival, seen the human race through all the efforts. History repeats you can cleanse with the flood of an ocean, and it'll all build up the same as it was in time... and both of them would be there to see all of it return.
His head shook slightly in disagreement as he pulled away from Adam, seeing the chill on his skin apparent as the confusion in his own eyes. His hand gently brushing to a cheek before he allowed a soft kiss to be placed upon lips. His hands held Adam's face for a moment trying to tell him things he couldn't even find the words for.
Instead he placed a hand to his shoulder, securing him there for a moment as he moved away from him trying to take a step away, trying to take a moment to clear his mind. Jack moved to the bedroom to grab Adam a shirt, feeling a slight bit of guilt that he'd been standing there in the cold of the room for so long before either of them noticed.
Jack returned shrugging the shirt over shoulders before he moved in front of him again trying to get all his thoughts to tether into one cohesive sentence, "It's true... it's spinning faster than you can feel, and maybe toward it's demise, or it's destruction... but it's not the big things that do it. It's not those grand gestures that make the greatest impact. It's the one person that lives... instead of dies. It's the choice to believe in a Utopia, and then the choice you make when you realize that it's not there."
Jack's eyes were earnest, and his brow furrowed with such determination that he was certain he was going to sound like he was preaching the cause he'd fallen into for himself.
"I've seen the human race go from what you saw four hundred years ago, to now, all the way to the actual end of time. I've seen the hope they give each other, and I've seen the choices they make... and it's never the big things. It's never the floods, or the locusts or the bombs in Kirby Plaza that does it... it's the one person not doing what they were meant to. It's the small things that need changing, it's..."
Jack paused, trying to reign in his thoughts once more, "The end of humanity is a cold dark space... they put all their hopes into one plan, one place thinking it's their fresh start... it's their dream... and when it's not there they do the only thing they know they can do... follow someone else, and blindly."
It was a year of his life, a year that only a handful of people would even know of, but it happened.
"The world needs saving, but wiping it clean won't save anything... wiping it clean is the destruction it's spinning toward."
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Date: 2007-12-08 07:46 am (UTC)His head shook slightly in disagreement as he pulled away from Adam, seeing the chill on his skin apparent as the confusion in his own eyes. His hand gently brushing to a cheek before he allowed a soft kiss to be placed upon lips. His hands held Adam's face for a moment trying to tell him things he couldn't even find the words for.
Instead he placed a hand to his shoulder, securing him there for a moment as he moved away from him trying to take a step away, trying to take a moment to clear his mind. Jack moved to the bedroom to grab Adam a shirt, feeling a slight bit of guilt that he'd been standing there in the cold of the room for so long before either of them noticed.
Jack returned shrugging the shirt over shoulders before he moved in front of him again trying to get all his thoughts to tether into one cohesive sentence, "It's true... it's spinning faster than you can feel, and maybe toward it's demise, or it's destruction... but it's not the big things that do it. It's not those grand gestures that make the greatest impact. It's the one person that lives... instead of dies. It's the choice to believe in a Utopia, and then the choice you make when you realize that it's not there."
Jack's eyes were earnest, and his brow furrowed with such determination that he was certain he was going to sound like he was preaching the cause he'd fallen into for himself.
"I've seen the human race go from what you saw four hundred years ago, to now, all the way to the actual end of time. I've seen the hope they give each other, and I've seen the choices they make... and it's never the big things. It's never the floods, or the locusts or the bombs in Kirby Plaza that does it... it's the one person not doing what they were meant to. It's the small things that need changing, it's..."
Jack paused, trying to reign in his thoughts once more, "The end of humanity is a cold dark space... they put all their hopes into one plan, one place thinking it's their fresh start... it's their dream... and when it's not there they do the only thing they know they can do... follow someone else, and blindly."
It was a year of his life, a year that only a handful of people would even know of, but it happened.
"The world needs saving, but wiping it clean won't save anything... wiping it clean is the destruction it's spinning toward."