(Sin) Held Up So High on Such a Breakable Thread~

[Sparrow]

Jace pulled away at Sinclair's whimpering and smirked. You're so weak. He chuckled and twirled the knife casually between his fingers.

As for your place in this Corporation, it would be wise to do your part and stay within the walls until trust can be rebuilt. For some reason, the Dark Angel requires your blood continues pumping so pity has been taken upon you. Jace explained for Sinclair's earlier question. He shoved the knife back into his boot and smiled crookedly at Sin.
If you're ever curious about life here under supervision, speak to Taki Sato. He is the prime example of untrust.

[Sinclair]

{Sparrow, I changed my post 'cauuse the last one was lame. But I have no idea where we're going with this. I mean, I love Jace, but I'm not sure how to reply 'cause I don't know where to take it.}

After all that had happened, Sinclair really didn't mind being called weak. Not at that moment. He kept his thoughts to himself on the matter, instead just being content that the knife was moved away from him.

"I've met Taki,"Sinclair mumbled,"I helped my sister uncover some prisoner uprising or something like that. But I don't think your sister would allow for me to sink that low. And whoever kept me alive obviously won't, either, Jace. I don't know who you're kidding."

Sinclair was a bit reluctant to move, but he forced himself to, nearly losing his balance at the simple movement. But he caught himself and his balance seemed to catch up with him in a matter of seconds.

This time Sinclair didn't say anymore to provoke Jace. He instead made straight for the stairs, his pace constant and in a way that suggested he was calmer than he really felt.

[Sparrow]

Jace tapped the wall thoughtfully. After a moment of watching Sin explain himself and try to pull his puny little self together, Jace stepped casually in front of the stairs, immediatly barring Sinclair's way.

What did you think of him? I gave him a few of those scars you know. He deserved them, don't let him lie to you. He used to fight back all the time, struggling, screaming, never backing down. And then one day... Jace, though he was speaking to Sinclair, had his eyes fixated at some random point in the distance as he reminenced. One day, he just stopped. He curled up in a ball with his chains wrapped around him and didn't say anything. For 4 days, he sat there, not eating or drinking. Then, on the fifth day, Kaycee brought him some food and he gulped it all down. That was the day we broke him. But, you're not like him Sin. His gaze fell back on Sinclair in the present. Why don't you just break already?

[Sinclair]

If Jace assumed Sin would just listen to him calmly, or if he thought Sin would be impressed, he was sadly mistaken. Sin wanted nothing more than to shove Jace, but it wouldn't have done much good. Still, Sin was close. The only thing that kept him from the action was that Jace said he wasn't like that. He wasn't? Jace made it sound like he was. Then, Jace asked why he didn't break. That was an interesting question. Sin stood before Jace, staring at the boy as he considered an answer.

"Why don't I? You make it sound like I'm no better than Taki."Sin argued,"But, what's there to break? You killed Isabelle. Isn't that enough? I don't know what you expect from me, Jace. And I don't feel a need to waste time satisfying you."

[Sparrow]

Jace smoothly stepped out of the way of the stairs. If Sinclair wanted to leave now, he could. The youth was right; he didn't need to satisfy Jace. His expression, his body language, his fear coming off him like a rare fragrance was enough. But by the sound of his voice, he wanted to hear what Jace had to say. So he probably wouldn't leave for a little while.

Jace's cold eyes looked upon Sinclair with disdain. Are you any better than Taki? And as for Isabelle, I did not kill her. Kaycee did. Or you did. But we covered that already. Meanwhile, I would like for you to accept what has happened and work with the Corporation for a better future.