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❝ do give your self pity a rest, Mister Norrington. it doesn't suit you. ❞
HIS WORDS HAVE STUNG and so the future Mrs. Turner returns in like kind, jaw tightened and back much straighter than it had been. in the body of a once old friend she no longer RECOGNIZES the creature there, every word barbed and conscience impenetrable. it is as if with his position he has lost his entire self, rotting away with the fabric of his coat. Elizabeth can feel him slipping through her fingers despite her best efforts : like Atropos scraping up the spare fibers and molding them into the shape of what had once been a strong, unbroken thread.
You are worthy of everything. Everything else. that is what she wants to say, but her pride does not allow her. Would she have chosen to save Jack Sparrow if she'd known then that she was condemning James to die IN HIS PLACE ? He's right, of course. You have let him dash himself against the rocks to find Will, to find Jack, to find YOU. Of course one day the hull would break. she clears her throat, and instead of facing him looks out to sea.
❝ I am not responsible for your decisions in the Mediterranean. deflect blame elsewhere if you wish, but not TO ME. ❞
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