Great. [ Nothing personal, Saul! She wouldn't have reached out to him if she didn't think she could trust him, after all. But there's still something unsettling about knowing someone knows a lot more about you than you do about them, even if you don't believe they'd use it against you.
She watches him look at the token, and wonders for maybe the twentieth time since she arrived in Hell, why she didn't just throw it out. But she can't bring herself to. And sometimes, at night, when she can't sleep, Jane stays up in bed just staring at it, flipping it over and over in her hands. Thinking. About the way she died, about the days leading up to it... ]
Eighteen months just to fuck it up anyway. That's how it goes. Right? [ When he mentions the idea of people opening businesses, though, she does seem to brighten a little, and something inside her stirs. ] That's what Jesse said! He said he could get me a tattoo gun, maybe a little studio...
[ That seems to brighten her spirits a little. Still, when the pies finally arrive, even though she shoots Saul a half-smile and an eyeroll that says 'took long enough', she still can't help but feel like her appetite is gone. She tries to hang onto the idea of the tattoo studio, though, since she likes that, and finds it weirdly comforting somehow. ]
Hey, maybe you should get a tattoo. You don't have one. Do you?
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Great. [ Nothing personal, Saul! She wouldn't have reached out to him if she didn't think she could trust him, after all. But there's still something unsettling about knowing someone knows a lot more about you than you do about them, even if you don't believe they'd use it against you.
She watches him look at the token, and wonders for maybe the twentieth time since she arrived in Hell, why she didn't just throw it out. But she can't bring herself to. And sometimes, at night, when she can't sleep, Jane stays up in bed just staring at it, flipping it over and over in her hands. Thinking. About the way she died, about the days leading up to it... ]
Eighteen months just to fuck it up anyway. That's how it goes. Right? [ When he mentions the idea of people opening businesses, though, she does seem to brighten a little, and something inside her stirs. ] That's what Jesse said! He said he could get me a tattoo gun, maybe a little studio...
[ That seems to brighten her spirits a little. Still, when the pies finally arrive, even though she shoots Saul a half-smile and an eyeroll that says 'took long enough', she still can't help but feel like her appetite is gone. She tries to hang onto the idea of the tattoo studio, though, since she likes that, and finds it weirdly comforting somehow. ]
Hey, maybe you should get a tattoo. You don't have one. Do you?