I wasn't used to feeling like this. Clear. Remorseful. Sane. I mean, I was still me. I was Jack. I remembered all of it. But I'm not exactly the Jack I really remembered. I mean, I still looked like the Joker. However, one thing I was certain of, was that no part of the Joker still seemed to exist in me. His voice, thoughts, views, anger and pain were just gone. And I was... thankful for that.
Even my scars are just gone. Gunshots, knives, Batangas, cigarettes...just gone. How? How could that pit erase all those scars? How could it eradicate insanity from my brain? How could it restore my very life? Yet it couldn't remove the biggest scar of all, the Joker? Why hadn't it change me back to the way Jack looked?
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I would definitely have to research the mysteries of the odd liquid in that pit. If anyone could find answers I could.
However I must admit, all of this sanity and emotions, this conscience, it made me think twice about breaking into a morge and stealing a body. It was illegal and I didn't want to break the law. Heh-heh, isn't that funny? But it was Ace. Ace was more than just the Joker's second in command, he was truly his friend. Jack's friend. My friend.
I remembered every time he saved my life. I remembered every time he saved me from myself. All the nights he got wasted with me, just so I could get some sleep. All the laughter we had shared in those moments. Ace had always had a knack of knowing exactly how to deal with me. And his loyalty to me was infallible. I had such a deep admiration and gratitude towards him. I guess you could say I felt just as loyal to him as he did to me. And I couldn't just leave him there to rot. I owed him more than that. I owed him my life. It was only right that I give him back his.
Besides, it's Ivy who will be getting us inside. No one has to get hurt. Considering, that is, that everyone we have to encounter is a male, subjectible to her powers. Hum, I wonder if I will be? That could prove to be... problematic with my dearest Alexis. No. I loved her. So much so that not even Ivy could sway my affection for her. Or at least I say that now... I don't know, what do you think?
When we reach the Morgue I try to get Alexis to wait in the car, for the baby's sake. But she won't have it. She's so insistent that she actually put a gun in my face and tells me verbatim, "The fuck I'm not going! What if somebody has to be shot?! Does it look like you have the balls to pull a trigger right now?!" Egh, I guess she is right. If it came down to it, I honestly don't know if I would be able to do it in my current level headed frame of mind... Shit, what's wrong with me??
But luckily getting Ace out of the Morgue was a breeze. Even Ivy's smelly pheromone shit seems to not affect me. Thank God! We get Ace out and loaded up in the car. The whole ride back to that cave all I can do is stare at that bullet hole between his eyes. After all the times he saved Jester's ass...how could Jester kill him so effortlessly? Well, I guess I do know the answer to that. Because Ace chose me over him.
When we return to the cave, as I'm carrying Ace's dead body in my arms, I realized something. I wasn't struggling in the least bit. He felt as though he was the weight of a feather. Was I...stronger? I'd figure that out when I analyze this weird liquid in the pit.
