Looking at Sasaria with a puzzled expression on his face as Jet watched her pass back the syringe, he had just handed her.
“…I figured it would have been best for you to.” Jet said as he looked down at the syringe Sasaria handed back to him and then looked back up at Sasaria before finishing his sentence. Looking at her and how she seemed almost frighten by the thought of being pricked by the syringe, Jet was having second thoughts about telling Sasaria to inject herself.
“Needles are never any fun.” Jet said after hearing Sasaria’s comment before he took a look at the arm she extended out to him. Pulling back the sleeve of his black jacket, that she was currently wearing, he took a good look at her arm. Quickly noticing several needle marks running down all over her arm, it seemed strange to him how the way Sasaria’s arm looked reminded him so much of how Glenda’s arm also looked the night the two of them tried to escape.
“Try not to be so tense, it’s sort of making me nervous.” Jet said with a faint smile, so that hopefully Sasaria would relax a bit. Jet slowly brought her arm closer to him so that he could inject her with the drug, but first he wanted to distract her with something so that hopefully she wouldn't notice the injection.
“So for about how long have been placed in this facility?” Jet said with his pathetic attempt to start a conversation as he carefully started to insert the tip of the needle into the vein in Sasaria’s wrist. Making sure he was extra careful as he injected the drug into Sasaria, Jet patiently observed as the clear liquid in the syringe enter into her body.
“See there was nothing to it right?” Jet asked rhetorically as removed the empty syringe from Sasaria’s wrist before quickly placing his thumb over where he had inserted the needle.
“…I figured it would have been best for you to.” Jet said as he looked down at the syringe Sasaria handed back to him and then looked back up at Sasaria before finishing his sentence. Looking at her and how she seemed almost frighten by the thought of being pricked by the syringe, Jet was having second thoughts about telling Sasaria to inject herself.
“Needles are never any fun.” Jet said after hearing Sasaria’s comment before he took a look at the arm she extended out to him. Pulling back the sleeve of his black jacket, that she was currently wearing, he took a good look at her arm. Quickly noticing several needle marks running down all over her arm, it seemed strange to him how the way Sasaria’s arm looked reminded him so much of how Glenda’s arm also looked the night the two of them tried to escape.
“Try not to be so tense, it’s sort of making me nervous.” Jet said with a faint smile, so that hopefully Sasaria would relax a bit. Jet slowly brought her arm closer to him so that he could inject her with the drug, but first he wanted to distract her with something so that hopefully she wouldn't notice the injection.
“So for about how long have been placed in this facility?” Jet said with his pathetic attempt to start a conversation as he carefully started to insert the tip of the needle into the vein in Sasaria’s wrist. Making sure he was extra careful as he injected the drug into Sasaria, Jet patiently observed as the clear liquid in the syringe enter into her body.
“See there was nothing to it right?” Jet asked rhetorically as removed the empty syringe from Sasaria’s wrist before quickly placing his thumb over where he had inserted the needle.