Lyubopytno... [ Murmuring to himself, North strokes at his beard quietly. The way Jack reacted to him, how he came forward, makes sense now. In a most unfortunate way. This Jack before him hasn't been given his moment of redemption, his chance to prove himself a true guardian.
This Jack has not found his center.
Gently, his hand comes down on his shoulder, enveloping it as it had at the North Pole after Sandy's death. His expression softens, and he smiles. ]
You will make things right, when the time comes for you. Believe me.
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This Jack has not found his center.
Gently, his hand comes down on his shoulder, enveloping it as it had at the North Pole after Sandy's death. His expression softens, and he smiles. ]
You will make things right, when the time comes for you. Believe me.