Jack thought that if it wasn’t for the terrible expression of hopelessness on her face, she would never have looked so beautiful. “You know,” she said, “you and I have never talked about Grace. What you and she, um…what your…” She stopped and, remarkably, blushed. Jack almost managed a smile. “What my intentions are, Noah?” She looked embarrassed. “Yes.” “Strange that you and I should be having this conversation.” “It is certainly a long way from our initial conversation in Mesopotama.” They both thought about that for a while, their first disastrous life together. “It is strange how life turns out,” Noah said eventually, and Jack gave a short laugh. “Aye, that it is. I remember when I first heard you’d given Weyland a daughter. I was so furious. So furious. I could never have imagined what that daughter would come to mean to me.” Noah waited. “I have treated you so badly, life after life,” said Jack. “This time around being no exception. I was angry at first because I’d convinced myself I could win you away from Weyland, then discovered that wasn’t possible.
