Jason's eyes cut to Linden's when Peggy's do, and he just now remembers that Linden's here too, that there is an outside world beyond the maelstrom of hurt and rage and betrayal that wants to swallow him and Peggy whole. Then he looks back at her.
"You've been lying to me for years." His voice cracks, unable to sustain the anger that bears down on it, the weight of what she's saying. "I would have- I would have-"
He would have helped her, he realizes with a shudder of nausea, because he isn't loyal to the Capitol out of anything other than ease and comfort and familiarity. His whole life has been dominated by familiarity, a stubborn refusal to change anything, even the miserable aspects, of which this damn city is one of them.
He shoves away from the chair, which pushes Peggy back as well, and gets up and walks around the table. If they had any time - and he thinks she's a devious bitch, to put him in a position where there isn't time for him to draw blood from every confession, to demand a perfect catalog of every wrong and every omission of the truth and every lie - he would continue to grill her. But they don't. They don't, because she and Linden will have brought the Peacekeepers right to his home.
(Somewhere in the backyard, Benjy screams over something or other.)
Finally, he sets both palms on the table and rocks forward on his heels. "Alright. I hope you didn't plan on taking anything but what you have right now with you. And you-" he gestures at Linden- "I hope you aren't claustrophobic."
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"You've been lying to me for years." His voice cracks, unable to sustain the anger that bears down on it, the weight of what she's saying. "I would have- I would have-"
He would have helped her, he realizes with a shudder of nausea, because he isn't loyal to the Capitol out of anything other than ease and comfort and familiarity. His whole life has been dominated by familiarity, a stubborn refusal to change anything, even the miserable aspects, of which this damn city is one of them.
He shoves away from the chair, which pushes Peggy back as well, and gets up and walks around the table. If they had any time - and he thinks she's a devious bitch, to put him in a position where there isn't time for him to draw blood from every confession, to demand a perfect catalog of every wrong and every omission of the truth and every lie - he would continue to grill her. But they don't. They don't, because she and Linden will have brought the Peacekeepers right to his home.
(Somewhere in the backyard, Benjy screams over something or other.)
Finally, he sets both palms on the table and rocks forward on his heels. "Alright. I hope you didn't plan on taking anything but what you have right now with you. And you-" he gestures at Linden- "I hope you aren't claustrophobic."