[ Kahlil has always felt the two of them were meant to meet, but he realizes that maybe that thought flattens things too much. Jack was the first person to know his secrets, even if he hadn't meant to pull them out of Kahlil. And now there are more people who know who and what he was, that still see him as a good man, or at least a man trying to be good - but it was Jack who accepted him first. He will always be important to him.
Jack goes to put his shirt back on and Kahlil watches him for a few seconds before walking to the bed to retrieve his own. It gives him time to think of how to answer this question. He's been asked it once or twice before, and given the answer he felt he needed to say aloud. Not a lie, but not all of the truth. ]
My sister survived in my own timeline. [ He saved her, and that was the catalyst for everything falling apart, and how he ended up where he did in the end. His mouth forms a thin line as he pulls his arms through the sleeves of the shirt, his back turned to Jack. ]
She dies, in the one I came from. [ Buried in a coffin of rubble, with the rest of the Oracles, the priest, the nuns... ]
I wish - I wish neither me or her had to go through what we did. And I know that I was meant to have this life, and not his. I don't want to be jealous of a dead man. But I am, sometimes.
[ Ravishan's life was short, but he was loved. He was a good man. It feels horribly selfish to admit any of this, especially because of his sister - but that doesn't make it any less true. ]
suicidal-ish ideation
Jack goes to put his shirt back on and Kahlil watches him for a few seconds before walking to the bed to retrieve his own. It gives him time to think of how to answer this question. He's been asked it once or twice before, and given the answer he felt he needed to say aloud. Not a lie, but not all of the truth. ]
My sister survived in my own timeline. [ He saved her, and that was the catalyst for everything falling apart, and how he ended up where he did in the end. His mouth forms a thin line as he pulls his arms through the sleeves of the shirt, his back turned to Jack. ]
She dies, in the one I came from. [ Buried in a coffin of rubble, with the rest of the Oracles, the priest, the nuns... ]
I wish - I wish neither me or her had to go through what we did. And I know that I was meant to have this life, and not his. I don't want to be jealous of a dead man. But I am, sometimes.
[ Ravishan's life was short, but he was loved. He was a good man. It feels horribly selfish to admit any of this, especially because of his sister - but that doesn't make it any less true. ]