You're not the first person to tell me that, you know?

[ leaning back against the seat, jack crosses their arms close to their chest as a small, helpless chuckle bubbles from their lips. they think about shylock's advice, but also about that certain professor's words over the phone call.

'if that foolish apprentice has had any influence on you, for better or for worse, then i believe it would be right to say that a new facet of jack the ripper has been born'

are they truly that different? what is there to compare themselves with? they don't know. ]

But it's easier said than done. I would like to know which path I'm taking, but it feels similar to explaining colors to someone who's colorblind. There's only one thing that defines any facet of Jack the Ripper, and it's that I'm meant to be a killer.

[ and that is not necessarily the best way to live a life. ]