#noinheritance

“I'd like to give a shout out to noinheritance and rottedhope. They're literally my favorite Jack Ryan and Liz Comstock blogs and I love seeing them interact together. Their writing and dedication to their characters in portraying them realistically is some of my favorite stuff to read on my dash honestly. They're both just wonderful!”

          Delicate fingers snap before his eyes, urging him back from wherever it is he’s gone. Marie’s taken up tutoring him on the side only recently, but with his constant phasing out she’s finding she’s got her work cut out for her. “Dude, focus.”

  A clatter, a bang; debris slid with a sickening groan to floor. Rapture’s inhabitants were not the kindest of sorts. Those who still had their WITS about them were holed up, waiting for rescue that would never come. The rest were UNHINGED, lunatics running the asylum while a lone man tried to restore some semblance of ORDER. Oh, oh, oh! She had been watching since he entered Arcadia; filthy limbs dragging through plant life as he laid waste to the Godless heathens who had spliced their lives away. Friend, FOE? He had no physical ailments, no tumours or growths that spoke of a time long gone. Perhaps -- Oh, it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t, it couldn’t. Had PRAYERS finally been answered?   Skittishly, did she move out from the under brush; table that had been overturned having given her away. While caked in grit and clad in threadbare clothes, her pinched face and skeletal body were free of the marks of splicing, though the fires of INSANITY burned in her eyes. A sign, a sign, a SIGN: HE had come, he had come at last!                                                                 “--A MESSIAH.”

the skin of his hands is fairly soft, given that the only work he does with his hands is in the lab. he does, however, frequently have little chemical stains littered all over them; as much as he tries to scrub them out, there are some that are just very stubborn. 

“Have you ever seen a city so beautiful as this? I never thought I would be able to witness it in person.”

Elizabeth touches on the idea of leaving her tower briefly, mentioning how in using her tears she always “felt the need to come back,” meaning return to the home Comstock had provided for her in her tower. Easily she would have been able to go anywhere through use of her tears, but felt heavily obligated to stay in her world (noting that she felt the need to do so for her “family”).

While Elizabeth’s knowledge of the world and the universe changed drastically after gaining total omniscience, she feels no obligation to share that knowledge with anybody else. She takes it as her responsibility to withhold such insight from any who might intend on doing harm.