Knowing John the way he did, Jack was honestly not that surprised that he was starting to lash out and get nastier and nastier. He reminded Jack a bit like a trapped fox, gnashing, snarling, and swiping his paw. How long would it be before John was fit to gnaw his own leg off to get out? "Fair enough, if that's how you really feel." He watched John, a bit of a disinterested air about him, as though he were a spoiled child at the zoo. "It's not cute, though. Sorry."

John was being so nasty, and while he expected it, it didn't make it sting less. After all, he'd known this man for many, many years, and had one point even trusted him with his life. "Well, I'm sure it's coming at some point. Knowing you, I'm sure you can't wait to kill me again." Mostly, he sounded disaffected by the whole thing, almost bored. "I'm not expecting you to change right this second, John. God knows I've known you too long to expect that. And I know you're too stubborn of an ass to do something just because someone told you to. Yeah, I paid attention."