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Rake the Sands Until They Surface (Nephero!)
« on: December 10, 2017, 09:41:22 am »
Doubt was an insidious poison. More powerful and effective than top shelf whiskey.

It was doubt that plagued the Scorpion's commander. Doubt in his abilities, doubt in his convictions, doubt in his purpose. It was creeping into every fiber of him, spreading since he saw Valdemar on his anniversary. Holding the squad together was seeming like an insurmountable task these days, even if Jack managed to keep the others from knowing. Jonesy had to know though. Had to know that so much was off with Jack since that night. He worried that he was now putting too large a burden on his Lead too.

Scorpius nuzzled into Jack's chest as they entered Jonesy's apartment. The little fluff of a dog was always with Jack, there was no reason to leave him at home, no reason Jack would want to. This was about Riss, but that didn't mean Scorpius couldn't help.

"Hey Jonesy." Jack called out as he made his way to the couch, careful that now stray Borises came out from hiding to greet him.

Jack couldn't help but think back to his earlier conversation with Yavul. He wondered how Hyakinthos would handle this situation. If Hyakinthos could handle this. He envied Yavul. Even with all the shit the Valkyries' commander had been through, hand to deal with, he envied him. If things had been different could he have been the kind of commander Yavul was? Could the Scorpions have been a family like that?

Jack pet Scorpius' head lost in what ifs and a nagging feeling that he was just perpetuating things by being the Scorpions' commander. Their new members deserved a squad like Yavul's, but that was something he could never provide them. He wasn't even helping the old guard anymore.

It had been nice to see Riss talking more, even just in the chat. Jack had been hoping that being around Kurush was helping, but obviously not. Not talking with Riss was no longer an option either. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to a man older than him, who had been dealing with Hell longer.

Maybe Valdemar was right. Maybe he wasn't fit to be commander.

 

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