[Jack's curiosity had been piqued enough for him to come all the way out here, but now that he's in the gardens, he's finding himself regretting it. All of this foliage is only reminding him of Arcadia, even if the murmuring conversation he overhears isn't anything like the splicers screeching obscenities at him or the Rapture Reminders played over the PA...
So maybe it's only natural that his left hand is tense and clenched, ready to activate a plasmid at a moment's notice, no matter how much he's trying to talk himself out of his anxiety. Anyone would be nervous if they'd known what he'd been through, right? Right...maybe.]
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So maybe it's only natural that his left hand is tense and clenched, ready to activate a plasmid at a moment's notice, no matter how much he's trying to talk himself out of his anxiety. Anyone would be nervous if they'd known what he'd been through, right? Right...maybe.]