[And that's when Hector just...Starts to laugh. It's a deep, dark thing, from way down in his chest, because of course Jack would jump to that conclusion first. Of course he would. And Hector can't say he didn't himself, when he first arrived, but he's learned a thing or two since then, and he's very much come to the conclusion that either he's in Hell - because God only knows this place is stupid enough to be so - or he's very much alive and has had a bad turn of luck.
And he's leaning toward the latter.
But he just laughs, and shakes his head, as though Jack is a stupid, slow-witted small child. Because he can be.]
No. [He pauses, leaning closer to Jack, his eyes narrowed in a somewhat sadistic amusement.] You remember Tia Dalma, aye, Jack?
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And he's leaning toward the latter.
But he just laughs, and shakes his head, as though Jack is a stupid, slow-witted small child. Because he can be.]
No. [He pauses, leaning closer to Jack, his eyes narrowed in a somewhat sadistic amusement.] You remember Tia Dalma, aye, Jack?