[Gabriel watches this intently, like every minute exchange between the two of them is a clue as to whether or not this is actually happening. Despite their aged appearances, they interact like Jack and Ana, though he's not sure what kind of proof might be good enough for him. Currently the fact that they knocked him out and tied him up is his biggest clue that none of this is really what it seems.
In what way, he's not sure of yet.
Perhaps that's why he wants Jack's visor off so badly, though he's not sure what he should be preparing himself to see. He steels himself accordingly, trying to make his face as unreadable as possible as Jack finally complies. It's difficult, once he sees what's under there--undeniably Jack, but older, that poster-boy face ruined by extremely deliberate scars--at least, that's the impression he gets.
He should say something reassuring, or answer Ana's question now that he's received assurance the masked man is Jack, but that's not at all the first thing that comes to mind.]
Jesus, Morrison, who fucked you up?
[He sounds almost disappointed to have missed this.]
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In what way, he's not sure of yet.
Perhaps that's why he wants Jack's visor off so badly, though he's not sure what he should be preparing himself to see. He steels himself accordingly, trying to make his face as unreadable as possible as Jack finally complies. It's difficult, once he sees what's under there--undeniably Jack, but older, that poster-boy face ruined by extremely deliberate scars--at least, that's the impression he gets.
He should say something reassuring, or answer Ana's question now that he's received assurance the masked man is Jack, but that's not at all the first thing that comes to mind.]
Jesus, Morrison, who fucked you up?
[He sounds almost disappointed to have missed this.]