Old Acquaintances and New Accusations

It's been a long time since I last saw any of my crew. Always kinda figured that the only time I'd see them again was when Pharasma sends me down to hell. It's rare that anyone survives a Regencies gallows, especially when you're caught in the act. Jack was always made of stern stuff, but I would never have expected to see him again. I would never have expected to see that look in his eyes. The look of betrayal. There was no kinship in those eyes, just stone cold contempt.
 
He thought it was me.
 
I have no love for the Regencies, never have, never will. It's a place where basic kindness dies out and all that remains is cold hearted traditionalism and archaic codes of conduct. The fact that Jack would accuse me of working with them was cutting to my core, but I had no time to dwell on that because he attacked someone far more important. Someone who has done nothing to warrant unkind words from him. Celia Valitar. I don't mind getting my repuation dragged, but she has suffered enough at the hands of rumors spoken by assholes who don't know shit.
 
...Anyway.....
 
Rex told Jack that I sold him out. Shortly before Rex died. Which was odd. He seems to be doing quite well for a dead man. Ruining my life on the side.
 
Seems like the old man has been keeping secrets. I'll have to ask him the next time he shows up to burn it all down.
 
 
It's good to meet an old friend. Even under strange circumstances.