"It was enormous. I haven't ever seen anything like it. There were thousands of books, and anyone can access them." Jack takes in a slightly shaky breath and shifts down a little in his seat, getting more comfortable.
"You would like it." He says, thinking of the busy quiet of it. There, it would be easy to be out among people without being bothered, and he can imagine her finding a good place to camp out and watch everyone coming and going. "In the least, I'll be able to learn more about this place, and what we can expect. There, and also-"
"Ah-" Jack bites his bottom lip, considering how to approach everything about Eliot. "The man who showed me the library, he might be a source of information too. He seems very hospitable to new arrivals." He nods to the discarded scarf. "He insisted I borrow that." He's still confused about Eliot's hospitality, but that doesn't mean it's not worth exploiting while it lasts.
"He-" Jack huffs a laugh, not really knowing how to approach this next part. "He calls himself a magician, and I think I believe him. He drew my flag without touching the paper." He looks at her, his lips quirking into a smile before fading away again, like he doesn't quite know what to do with his expression. "I know how it sounds, but I saw it myself."
"And...he knew us, my flag, our names. Two hundred years in the future and he knows us." Jack's smile returns, and this time stays in place. "He isn't a student of history, but he knew those things like they were common knowledge. What we've done has lasted." Jack tips his head and nuzzles into her hair for just a moment before returning his gaze to the bowl of pineapple. He's still not entirely sure that he believes any of it- Darrow, or magic, or their names being written in history books, but it feels like a good place to start.
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"You would like it." He says, thinking of the busy quiet of it. There, it would be easy to be out among people without being bothered, and he can imagine her finding a good place to camp out and watch everyone coming and going. "In the least, I'll be able to learn more about this place, and what we can expect. There, and also-"
"Ah-" Jack bites his bottom lip, considering how to approach everything about Eliot. "The man who showed me the library, he might be a source of information too. He seems very hospitable to new arrivals." He nods to the discarded scarf. "He insisted I borrow that." He's still confused about Eliot's hospitality, but that doesn't mean it's not worth exploiting while it lasts.
"He-" Jack huffs a laugh, not really knowing how to approach this next part. "He calls himself a magician, and I think I believe him. He drew my flag without touching the paper." He looks at her, his lips quirking into a smile before fading away again, like he doesn't quite know what to do with his expression. "I know how it sounds, but I saw it myself."
"And...he knew us, my flag, our names. Two hundred years in the future and he knows us." Jack's smile returns, and this time stays in place. "He isn't a student of history, but he knew those things like they were common knowledge. What we've done has lasted." Jack tips his head and nuzzles into her hair for just a moment before returning his gaze to the bowl of pineapple. He's still not entirely sure that he believes any of it- Darrow, or magic, or their names being written in history books, but it feels like a good place to start.