“I sensed, from somewhere, a liberation from a burden, heavy fetters unchained, how passing strange…”
“But of course, I do love you, my hunter.” The Doll brings his palm to its lips. “isn't that how you've made me to be?”
The hours spent under the overcast night sky turn into days – the passage of time unknowable, and unacknowledged by the sparse menagerie of characters Jesse acquaints himself with past the gates of the little workshop. The futility of his pursuit weights him down.
“At a steep price, Jesse. It is not to be considered lightly.”
“You needn’t have worried.”
Gabriel keeps his distance and revels in the thrill of the knowledge of the lies Jack tells with a light voice and no hesitation in his words, all the small and grand untruths his lips and tongue give sound to—all tricks of the game to throw off the hunt off its tracks.
“I knew you’d come,” Jack tells Gabriel with fingers lazily threading through his hair.