[ Ana takes a small, familiar disk from the front pocket of her jacket. Jack will have seen it many times by now. It's the holo of Fareeha that she keeps near her bedside. ]
Hold on to this for me. You can return it when we're back together.
[ It's not the act itself that she's really asking for as a favor. It's the indulgence of sentimentality for an old superstition. Give something valuable to someone you care for, so that they have no choice but to return from the war.
This is hardly a situation where she particularly fears for his life, but Jack - well, Jack carries a war with him wherever he goes. Ana worries when she's not there to see him home. ]
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Hold on to this for me. You can return it when we're back together.
[ It's not the act itself that she's really asking for as a favor. It's the indulgence of sentimentality for an old superstition. Give something valuable to someone you care for, so that they have no choice but to return from the war.
This is hardly a situation where she particularly fears for his life, but Jack - well, Jack carries a war with him wherever he goes. Ana worries when she's not there to see him home. ]