Cal gave a simple nod and stood up. He didn't want to be around her anymore, it was all too surreal. Never, with all that the Auphe had told him did he think there would be another success like him. They'd always said, isn't that why? There was some jealously deep inside him, a whisper of hate that wondered why this guy got to live a peaceful life. He didn't have to deal with the Auphe hunting him down, watching his brother; his only blood, sacrifice everything for him. Hell the guy even had a girlfriend, apparently didn't even care about passing on that monster gene to another generation. Yeah he'd let her have the goodbye, but there was no way he'd let the man live. Even if there was something left, he'd kill it.
Determination shone through Cal's eyes as he left the room. This was his duty, to make sure his extended family didn't spawn, they sure as hell would die with him. There was no other way.
Sorcha sighed when Cal left and retracted her hand, the tears fell freely now and she didn't even bother to hide it. "Thank ye..." She whispered over and over again, not having any other words to express her gratitude the way she wanted.
Jacky's eyes softened, and he leaned heavily against the wall. Memories are all the old ones hang onto, they live on after those they shared them with have died. "Darcy was thrown away, the Auphe didn't want him, but they did keep him fer quite a while. Yer's was lucky, only a few years of his life be takin away, fer Darcy...it be much longer. After they figure'd he couldn't gate, that he be defective that simply tossed him. I happened on him, he be raving mad going through trash bins like they were some sort of gourmet meal. Could only speak Auphe he could, very few could understand that grotesque noise. Not knowin' what else ta do, I took him in, fed him, taught him ta speak proper. Then I took him ta his home country of Russia ta search fer family, not any left, when they took him the Auphe killed em. Found out he'd been with them monsters fer two years human time, don't want ta imagine how long that was fer him. Yet even with those memories foggin up his mind, he was so gentle, stronger than I ever could be. That be when I took him ta Ireland, realized he didn't age, I thought maybe..." Jacky cut off, it didn't need to be said what he'd hoped for; just a companionship that wouldn't die. A person, instead of just the memory.
Cal heard the conversation, well enough to gauge what Darcy might have gone through, but it didn't make him feel any better. Had that guy really retained memories... and managed to stay sane? It didn't seem possible, and Cal wondered what that said about him. Once Jacky had finished, Cal cleared his throat and stepped up. "Niko says we'll take the job, but just so we're clear I'm not planning on saving anyone."
Jacky glared but nodded his head, as if he'd already known. "Aye, I know. I let him go a long time ago, but tis ain't fer me. Never has been, but thank ye for takin it. I know how difficult it must be."
"No, you don't." Was all Cal said before walking away and heading back inside.