choking on the things I won't say

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

"You look like shit and you smell like a bar." Jack remarks this without even looking at Sunjata, and whilst it might seem suspect, it's easily explained by Seven's presence. The cat prowls forward, winds herself around the Flood's legs with a small mew of greeting, before trotting in ahead of them all. She (naturally) makes herself at home in the living area, curling up right where Sunjata had previously been snoozing. Jack follows, though he settles himself on a window sill, pushing open a shutter to let the light in.

As for what beings him by, he directs a finger at Sunjata. You. If that wasn't obvious. "You ain't lookin' like the sort of dragon who swoops down and destroys Torchline's problems," he points out. "So I'm here to ask what the fuck you're doin'. What's... this?" He gestures to all of him.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt