"You've never asked." Jack responds softly because he feels drained and tired from his own emotions.

"No, I had a life. I don't remember it anymore but I had it. I've had two." Jack looks away because all he can think about is finding Hannah when they were through with her. "Hannah talked like you do before they destroyed her mind for it."

That was the second life taken from him. Maybe that was part of it, deep inside. He couldn't lose another life. Was he too exhausted to build again knowing how easily it would be torn down.

He couldn't tell what was Balthazar's emotions or what was his. Things were too muddled and he had a deafening migraine building.

"If you love me no matter what, act like it and sound like it." Jack rubs absently at his patch before staring at Balthazar. "You don't really understand what you're asking. It's more than you think."

He feels so tired and it shows. Like he could just lay down on the floor and sleep. There's a swaying hesitation on his wheels before he goes to his lover and buries himself into his shirt. It hurts too much to cry.