Jack nervously watched Albus' eyes open, slowly, revealing all there was beneath the heavy, fleshy veils, feeling as though she were cowering beneath his eyes, though she held strongly against it, looking tall and firm. A smile came onto his face, and Jack felt a squirm in her stomach, feeling uncertain and unprepared for whatever was to come. He spoke and the words grated against her ears, throbbing inside her head. He held her hand tightly and approached, getting much closer than she let people get. He gently cupped her face and she flinched against it, unfamiliar with such contact, not sure she liked it. He was making jokes, but she did not like it. Jack Dyllan, the queen of pranks, the master of hiding from emotion behind jokes, felt uncomfortable as Albus tried to laugh his way out of this situation.
He leaned forward and she tensed, ready to rip herself away, but she rooted herself to the ground, forcing herself to withstand his punishment - that's what this was, after all. Punishment. She could not give him what he wanted. She could not promise him more than she could, it would not be fair, and it would not be genuine. Jack did want to give to Albus, but there was a part of herself she could not give. She had sent apart of herself off with Nemo, and it was beginning to return, but he wanted it now, before she could hold it and remember what it meant to her. He wanted to have her heart before she ever had a chance to have it.
She cared about Albus. More than she had intended to care about anyone after Nemo, after Vito, after Chase. But he needed her, and she was not sure she could love someone that needed her. She had done it time and time again, and it didn't work. It couldn't work. Because she was never sure they loved her beyond their need. Her heart just couldn't trust another person who needed her.
He had kissed her forehead, and she squeezed her eyes closed, refusing to let them betray her. He hated her. That hurt. Chase had said she hated her. Vito had constantly reminded her of it. And when Jack had tried to help Nemo, he had assured her that he hated her too. So many of these people who wanted her love could not have only her friendship. They either had her love or she became an enemy. Jack let out a breath, her heart quivering and her stomach turning cold. Why? "I know."
He let go, because they all let go. She was used to this, so she let it happen. He spoke to du Hunt, but she remained, her eyes closed and her body rigid. He threatened her, but why would she tell James. This wasn't funny. This wasn't cute. This wasn't a joke. "Okay." That was all she said, because she had no interest in holding him there. He was going to leave, and he was probably not going to return. There was no use postponing it.
The door closed and the wake of destruction was tangible. She could feel the tension and the energy in the air, pressing in on her and throbbing against her. Katrina-Carlotta spoke and Jack did not move, did not open her eyes. "Thank you." She knew it wasn't for her. It was for Albus. But still.
Again, Katrina-Carlotta spoke and she began to walk away. Jack was happy to let her go, but Jack felt words bubble up into her. Her eyes opened and she caught Katrina-Carlotta with her words. "Your job is to be a fly on the wall. But understand that a fly never gets further than that. You will never understand Albus, and neither will I. You will never find unity in him. You will never understand where I come from and what I do and why I do it, so stop hating me for what you don't understand, and hate me for what you do. Hate me for not loving Albus Potter, but don't hate me for not being able to."