❛ i’ve done things i’m not proud of. i’ve hurt people and i’m going to hurt more. ❜ jaqueline — @gurrillero. re : crime starters , accepting.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — just not now. there’ll be a time for it, after. after the clean-up and the clearing of her name. after some faint semblance of balance is restored. it is, if anything, a small reassurance, because the help of a regretful man is worth a thousand empty promises, this much she’s learned. ❝ i can see that ❞, she replies, flatly. it is not a judgement of character: but there’s a certain look on his face, it gives it away. the sour aftertaste of blame, the weight arching his back — building his own form of penance. idly, she wonders whether this will be herself, in a couple years. beats a bullet in the head, she thinks. jackie’s quiet — crosses her arms while she lets him do his own considerations, but quickly grows impatient. ❝ look, if you want me to sell it to you, i can’t — this isn’t some idealistic mission for glory, it won’t clear your name. in fact it’ll probably soil it even more.❞ her gaze is direct, it won’t shy away : no point in bullshitting a man who knows the rules of the game even better than her. it’s a hail mary anyway, and honesty’s the only real trick to it. ❝ but i need help, and you could probably use mine at some point, so… ❞ jackie shrugs. ❝ it’s your call. ❞