And why this church?
Last time she saw, Jack was in Pest, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do with him.
Jack: A dark-clad man was kneeling in one of the pews closer to the front of the church, ostensibly praying.
He stood a few moments later and came to the back, padding quietly up the aisle with the appropriate reverence for such a place, and stopped beside her.
Jack looked different with hair long enough to braid, instead of just messily flopping over his eyes, and dressed well. He sat beside her, a string of rosary beads tangled around the fingers of his left hand.
Sasha: A faint smile, and she glanced up at him.
"Jack. I thought I was hunting you, not the other way around."
Jack: "Who said anything about hunting?"
His eyes were on the altar, his voice quiet. Almost peaceful.
"You're looking well."
Sasha: She was peaceful, at least it seemed so. Without the hard edge of her normal sociopathic poise.
"You look tired."
Jack: A brief ghost of a smile crossed his face, and he carefully tucked the rosary beads into his jacket pocket.
"I am. It's been a long year."
Sasha: "Mm." Quiet, noncommittal. "Would you sit?"
Jack: He sat beside her, brushing back a stray lock of hair.
"How are you?"
Sasha: "In rather a lot of trouble, actually," is her somewhat serene comment.
Jack: "Anything I can help with?"
He sounded sincerely concerned.
Sasha: She wasn't looking at him, just gazing out in front of her.
"You could turn yourself in, I guess."
Jack: A soft, low laugh.
"I'm sorry, Sasha, I can't do that."
Sasha: This time, she slanted him a half-way amused glance.
"No, I didn't think so."
Jack: "My self-preservation does stretch that far."
Sasha: "Oh, you have self-preservation now."
Jack: He held up a finger, correcting her. "Some self-preservation. Not a great deal, it would seem."
Sasha: "I still don't believe you."
Jack: "That is your right," he said calmly, taking the rosary from his pocket again and absently smoothing his thumb over the cross.
Sasha: Her eyes fell to his hand, and her head tilted slightly.
Sasha: "I had you pegged as an embittered atheist myself."
Jack: He smiled, somehow secretively.
"Fully-fledged Catholic. I've had the Sacraments and everything."
Sasha: An almost startled smile, but she bowed her head as someone glanced at her.
"My, my, Jack. You are full of secrets."
Jack: Aren't we all?"
His eyes were still fixed on the altar, and he was carefully passing the beads through his fingers, lips moving slightly as he murmured the prayers.
Sasha: "I'm not so sure."
Jack: He slanted a glance at her, raising an eyebrow in silent invitation for her to continue.
Sasha: A slight, one-shouldered shrug.
"Or maybe with most people, I quite honestly don't care."
Jack: "But you do now."
It wasn't a question; he could feel it. Most of the time she was empty, frighteningly so, but sometimes he got flashes of something.
Sasha: Her lips pressed together.
"I would have thought that was obvious."
Jack: Gently: "You're very good at hiding these things, you know."
Sasha: Sasha looked at him again, not bothering to hide her head.
"I've had to be."
Jack: "All of those like us have had to be."
Sasha: "But you said it yourself. I'm supposed to be empty. I'm not supposed to feel anything."
Jack: Softly, "I never said supposed to be, Sasha, and I'm never going to tell you you're not supposed to feel anything. They didn't train it out of you entirely."
Sasha: She snorted softly, and looked away. There was a moment of silence, and then her mouth twisted.
Just a little.
"What am I going to do with you, Jack?"
Jack: "I suppose that depends on whether you're still planning on taking me back to the Echelon."
Sasha: Mildly, "I rather like being alive."
Jack: Flatly: "And I rather like not being tortured."
Sasha: A quick smile. "So, we are at an impasse, yes?"
Jack: "I suppose so."
He reached the end of the rosary and paused for a moment; sighed, kissed the cross and tucked it back into his pocket.
"What would you like from me, Sasha?"
Sasha: "I don't know."
Jack: He was quiet, for long minutes.
"Ever work it out, let me know, yeah?"
Sasha: "Where's the fun in that?"
Jack: He gave her a gentle smile, standing quietly and almost absently bending to kiss her hair.
"You ever work it out, let me know," he repeated, before turning to walk out.