[Jack thought he still wanted it, thought he could pick up right where he left off on his first day. But in an entire lifetime of that, he can only recall a handful of happy days. He's had more of them here in a single year, so if he dies in the war or gets swallowed up by the Void, he'll die happy. It'll have been worth it.
But it was just a respite. Those carefree days are slipping through his fingers like sand. He looks at Johnny for a long time and snorts.]
Someone would kill you on your first day. I won't have your blood on my hands.
[Even if he has to shed someone else's to stop it.]
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But it was just a respite. Those carefree days are slipping through his fingers like sand. He looks at Johnny for a long time and snorts.]
Someone would kill you on your first day. I won't have your blood on my hands.
[Even if he has to shed someone else's to stop it.]